Some days when I wake up, I forget that I live in Korea. A few weeks ago I was particularly groggy in the morning and It wasn’t until I walked down the hall and found myself brushing my teeth next to a seven-year-old Korean boy that I remembered, “Oh yeah…I live in Korea now.”

That seven-year-old boy was my host brother, Hugh. It has been about a month since I moved to Daegu and started teaching at my middle school. The last month has been full of changes and there are some things about my new life that are hard to put into words. It would be impossible for me to describe everything that I’ve seen, done, eaten, and experienced. So I’ll do my best to give you the rundown…tell you the important stuff.

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