A present from the local church. Left on my desk at work. Because I need to be whiter and less horny apparently. OH KOREA.
Also, I decided to make a coffee for the vice principal today. He’s a good dude. My efforts were met with applause from the staff. Uh. Korea say what??
Those are all the anecdotes I have for today. Because aside from a few sweet moments with some of my favourite younger students, the rest of the day was an amalgamation of awfulness. I can’t even tell you one thing, except to say that all I wanted to do was to give up, go back to NZ, curl up on my parent’s couch, eat cheese (I miss cheese desperately) and watch Shortland Street. My parent’s living room seems like nirvana to me right now. I want to live tweet crappy yet endearing NZ TV shows with the rest of my tiny country. I want to watch the news where we run out of things to report on and just run stories on cute animals. I miss the air of sarcasm, self deprecation, abashed pride and just general failure to take anything seriously. I miss the two degrees of separation that denies you any kind of anonymity; because they may have gone to school with your Mother, or is your doctor’s second cousin so you best be nice. I miss having sarcastically abusive conversations with friends. I know how that sounds, but you have to understand that a month full of polite conversation is stifling. I miss pubs that play an appalling array of 70’s rock, 90’s one hit wonders and some more recent alternative gems. Just anything that isn’t K-pop really. I miss the train ride to Welly. I miss Vogels. I miss drinking water from the tap. I miss sitting in the kitchen till 2am, talking to my baby brother about everything and nothing till we fall asleep at the kitchen table. And don’t you tell me that at 19 he’s no longer a baby. Don’t you dare.
I could go on forever really. I mean, I miss how home always smells green. And it’s all this missing that makes me suspect I may be a little homesick. But hey. It’s been a month. And my New Zealand is a pretty hard place not to miss. I just wish I could tell it just how much.