Holy Moly

I woke up this morning and walked downtown with Liz. We sat at Starbucks for a good two hours filling out report cards and reading. Then we left, walked downstairs, and I got the shock of my life. Lo and behold, there were Koreans EVERYWHERE!

I know this sounds stupid, and it is, but sometimes I honestly forget where I'm at. I'll be reading a book or watching a movie, and when I step back into reality, I look up and think "holy shit, I feel really foreign right now". Not that I don't feel really foreign every day, but sometimes it just hits me. I'll be standing in a grocery store or in the middle of a street, and I just stand still for a moment and look around and take it all in. The jabbering of a language I can't understand, talking, laughing, and dark haired heads bobbing all around with shopping bags, small children, and people yelling out of microphones. Crowds moving and pushing, the smells, colors, and horrible neon clothing, and then suddenly I think so myself, "Holy shit, I'm in KOREA"

Yea, this happens.