Chuseok's over, and today it was back to my regular schedule. I woke up this morning with just enough vocals to make it through the day...so (knock on wood) I think I'm in the clear. There were 4 solid days of no talking for me last week - as I previously mentioned, kareoke night really did a number on me.
The only difficult adjustment when moving to Korea isn't cultural or emotional - but it's definitely physical. In the first month or so after arriving, everyone gets sick. Completely new food, new water, new lifestyle, increased air pollution and long work days are a recipe for disaster. But top that off with a job where you're constantly surrounded by little germ-infested incubators kissing and hugging and tugging at you all day long? It's immune-system suicide. Those kids are Carriers, every last one of them.
I've been feeling slightly ill since I got here, and last week it finally caught up with me. The good news is that Chuseok gave me plenty of time to sleep it off and recoup, so I feel better - and more resiliant - for it.
I'm also very excited to no longer have to listen to my new Korean friend (who I refer to as "O") continue to mention at precise 10 minute intervals: "I don't mean to make fun of your voice but, you sound like a kidnapped little kid,"or "I don't mean to make fun of your voice but, you sound like Marge Simpson," or "I don't meant to make fun of your voice but, my other friend always used to talk that way, and he had to get an operation so maybe you will need one, too"...I really don't think O meant to make fun of my voice, but he just couldn't help it.
On another note, now that I can talk again I'm free to advertise the fact that I've recently added Skpe to my computer. So if anyone's in need of a video chat in the next little while, just let me know!
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