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Back from Korea- Surviving the after effects of being away for a long time




Getting home, into a queen sized bed, in a room that is fit for a queen, and by that I mean in size, all feels amazing. No matter how much of a traveller, it is still amazing to have someplace to call home. No matter how much I love seeing places or how much I love sitting on a plane for hours on end- that is a lie by the way because let’s be honest who enjoys being dehydrated, lacking sleep, having cramped legs and bottom and looking overall as good as the character from The Covenant, I am happy to properly sit and enjoy the feel of ‘home’. A cup of tea in hand, a book, music, the smell of cooked food, people that have known me all their life- this is all the elements that make ‘home’ for me.

Having enjoyed the feel of home for at least 2 weeks now, and reality settling in, bills to pay, houses to move, getting back into that old routine I had set up and realised that I missed, I am also realising that this all feels strange to me now. Kind of like when you miss important bits in someone’s life and you don’t know how to greet them because you are aware you have been out of their lives for a while- somehow the familiarity is still there but there is something hindering that long, friendly hug that you want to give them and instead settle for an awkward handshake or pat on the back. Reality and home is nice, but after 8 months you tend to have residues of them still stuck onto you. I can’t say how many times I have looked on the street and seen Korean fashion everywhere- probably because right now the Korean fashion is the fashion rave of the moment. Korean beauty products certainly seem to be. I still have bits and pieces of things, including the way I act, that are still stuck in Korea. They’re slowly going away, and somehow, I am sad to see them go away. Having acquired them all throughout this amazing experience and still experiencing them, is a great proof for my own self. That I had actually been there, that it did happen.
So, getting back into things is decently difficult after spending some time away from them. Especially since a lot of things have happened around here (Brexit, new PM, blah blah). Being on another continent kind of made me feel as if I’d been living on a remoted island away from civilisation, when in fact I had been living in the heart of it. So how I get back into things?

1.       Moving

Moving is not much fun really. I mean yes, you get the new fresh start of things so it does not feel as if you have to get back again to being used to a place you lived in, at the same time it does not exactly feel like home. So make it at home. Moving is a great way to start afresh. And I don’t mean yes, you have to move to feel better about being away from things. No, just change some things around the house. Make it ‘look new’ if not new completely. Change up the furniture arrangement, buy that new duvet, get fresh bed sheets, buy new picture frames (all those polaroids have to go somewhere don’t they). Get creative.

2.       Walk

Yes, walk. It is a great way to get reacquainted with the places you have known like the back of your hand but now seem more like a dream. A walk through the city centre, a walk into that park, pub, cinema etc. Plus, you get your daily dose of exercise, so why not kill two birds with one stone?
3.       Visit some of your favourite places

For me I can say, city centre, cinema and the library were my favourite places. And now that I am back at it again when visiting them, I get the chance to fall in love with them all over again. It reminds me why I had been loving them so much, and it gives me a new opportunity to look at them with fresh eyes and notice little things I have not before. So get back on those horses and see what has become of your favourite places. What do you know, maybe on the way you find new ones, or even fall more in love with the old ones.
4.       Call up people you have been spending time with before

It might come off as a surprise- or not, but I am fairly bad at keeping in contact with people. I don’t do it on purpose, I just find it very hard to keep looking at my phone whilst I have other things to do. Not like I have been dead, and with social media it was quite easy not to lose contact with them. Yes, it feels weird at the beginning, because communicating through messages for months is still not at intimate and close as communicating face to face, however, it gave me an opportunity to keep up with them and not encounter awkward answers such as ‘my boyfriend and I broke up last spring’ when you ask them how they’ve been. But meeting up with them now that I have the chance is a great way to catch up properly.
5.       Start afresh

Nothing stops you. Make a new routine, enjoy new things. I have realised I have changed quite a bit during this year, impossible not to. Nothing says I have to keep up with the old routine. I just have to make a new one, change things up a bit. Start afresh. (yes, that means now I brush my teeth after I eat. No, it does not mean I eat lunch for dinner and dinner for lunch…maybe breakfast for dinner)


So these are all the things I do/did to ease myself into that certain lifestyle I had up until leaving for Korea. It was not that hard, the thing that probably made it a bit worse was my own imagination that things have changed that much when in the end they did not. I did. So I had to figure out a way to get this new person to fit back into this unchanged scenery.


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How to find yourself in unusual situations


 


Going directions

 
 
Long title, probably short post, but there is not much I would like to say at the beginning. I’m sure everybody knows what the idea of ‘unusual situations’ means. And I’m not talking about awkward situations like bumping into a flatmate as you are coming out of the shower and you are naked (I’m sure we’ve all been through that at least once). No, I’m talking about those ‘oh lord where did life take me’ types of situations that I’m sure we’ve all been through more than once. And it all starts with this simple action of making a decision. Now I know some people might say, no, making a decision is not simple. The act in itself is simple, it’s just as simple as picking up a ball, the process of it is not as simple though. That I do agree.
It’s hard to say not everything in your life is a long chain of decisions (I did not mention anything about wrong or right-they’re one’s individual decisions). Even as I am sitting my ass on a chair in my house bright and early in the morning (I kid you not, the sun is not even up yet) drinking green tea and attempting to be at least a bit healthy and cut down on the coffee (we all know this will not happen-once an addict always an addict) and regurgitating words in a sad attempt to make sense I made a decision. To sit my ass down drink green tea and write. Sounds wrong as a decision, however just as a friend said; that’s life. I made a decision when I woke up this morning before the sun did, I made a decision when I went to brush my teeth, I made a decision when- heheh let’s not get there and keep it PG (I’m talking about taking showers!). Does not have to be anything huge or life changing, something small is enough. Even something as small as brushing your teeth can become something big and life-changing.

Choosing a path or multiple

This is me trying to find excuses for my past decisions. I do not regret them, they were my decisions and my brain had thought about it before making them. At the time they sounded amazing, and some of them still do. Some of them might not have ended the way I thought they would and some of them did. Some of them made me want to crawl back into my bed and waste my life away, some of them made me want to jump for joy and happiness. But they were mine. And everybody protects what’s theirs. Good or bad, the consequences are mine as well. It might sound cliché-ish, but I did learn from them. Bad mistakes helped me grow as a person and as a human being in the society, gave me motivation to do better. Good decisions gave me strength and motivation.
 
 
 

 
I am young and I am bound to make more decisions that may be good or bad, I will take them in stride and day by day enjoy whatever consequences these decisions might bring. I have gone through different stages of my life and I have learnt new things every day. About myself, about the world, about a certain subject. I am a curious human being (no kidding, I am a human being therefore I am curious by default). I have never shunned this trait, I have never repressed it. I have embraced it and I have harvested it as much as I could. I love learning new things-about anything really. It does make me feel small and insignificant but I know I am taking a step towards those who are significant. I am a human being therefore I am also selfish. Selfish; because I am not learning new things to change the world or to be a revolutionist. But because I WANT and NEED to know; for my own satisfaction. I could lie and pretend I am an observer and a listener just because I want to help others, because of the goodness of my heart I want to help everyone. As I pointed before, that is a total lie. I have and feel the insatiable need to learn and know.

Drifting through life-me style

I have started small, without a plan in life, but then again who does (and if you do I envy you). My plan as a kid went through all those stages where I wanted to become a princess, a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, a firefighter (so what if I am a girl?). Then I grew up, and realized that life was not that simple, good things happen, bad things happen. Things that you might’ve wanted to happen, happened or not. Things you might have not wanted to happen happened or not. And that came down to all the decisions I have made. One of the biggest decisions I had to make was when I turned 18 and finished high school (or college-depending on where you’re from). I had to decide what I wanted to be in life. Now, I know it is not a permanent decision, and you could start university and have a job that has nothing to do with it. But my background taught me that if you have a degree in X subject you should go for that. Thus I had to make a decision quickly. That was my own fault leaving it to the last minute. But I made a decision, and that became one of the biggest decisions of my life. I wanted to be a doctor when I was little? Fine, we shall become a doctor.

What I did (do not do this at home)

I decided to take a different path than just going straight into Medicine. I decided to apply for lab work, aka Biomedical Science. I also decided that I would brave the world by myself and I would leave my home country and go for the UK. Why? I felt like I could do more there. I felt it. I was not certain of it. I was hunting in the dark. But as your eyes get used to the dark when going to the toilet in the middle of the night and crashing into the door a few times, I got used to the unknown, and it became more known than my own country. It became my home. I did not realise it would set me back a bit and it would take longer to become a doctor by doing that, however I knew what I was getting myself into in a way. I did not start out as clueless; my parents are both doctors so I had a fairly good idea of what being a doctor means. And I knew that it would be hard and difficult, but in my mind the pros outweighed the cons. Now I am in my third year (placement year-actually doing things year I might call it) this is not my final year however, and I still have an important decision to make. Medicine or no medicine? Practice what I am doing at the moment or not?

Placement year or the art of the unknown

A few months ago, I had to make another important decision in my life. My placement year, take it or not? Would it be useful or not? Would I just be wasting time? I considered all the factors, and I decided that yes, a bit of experience in my field wouldn’t hurt. That it why I decided to take on a study placement. Yes, I know, you wouldn’t call that experience in the field. Choosing a placement abroad though, is an experience in itself. And I decided to make that decision and take the study placement abroad. Not anywhere close to the UK. I would be moving again. This time to Seoul, South Korea. Only for the year though. But a year is more than enough to change a person. A year when you think about it in advance does not seem like a long time, if you do think about a year in the past and how much you’ve done during that year you’ll realise that it is indeed a very, very long time. Needless to say, South Korea was the last place on Earth I thought I’d get to before I turn 50 years old. Thus I found myself in the position of a not uncoordinated person that tries to find the bathroom in the dark, but of a blind person that is trying to find the needle in the haystack.

Getting your stuff together?

There are many things to consider when choosing the path you want to go for in life. You could mull it over and over again. It would not prepare you for what it is to come though. You could weigh the options pros and cons however much you’d like. You’d still be caught by life playing ‘think fast’ with you. And there is nothing you can do about it but take it in stride and enjoy it. The good, the bad (the evil hehe) everything serves its own purpose. Your decisions are important though, like the steering wheel on a brakeless car. You choose whether or not you’d like to crash into that pole or continue on maybe find a way to stop that car before it crashes into something.

 

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