Transitioning from one culture to another

So this is obviously from a teen’s POV so if you’re a teen: HIIIIIII! If you’re a parent: take notes (but know not every child is the same).

A mountain of carry-ons and a brave little girls ready to move to the other side of the planet!

Paraguay and the States may be different but not too different. The States and South Korea are VERY different. At first when I heard I’d be moving across the world, I wasn’t scared. I was ready. I have moved all around the states so I knew sort of what to expect. People would tell me how it would be different and whatever and I was just like “pfft, I’ll be fine”

Oh, geez, how I was wrong.

I love South Korea, don’t get me wrong. As a person who really loves to understand people and how they work, it has been really cool to see how people react differently to the same things. But it doesn’t hit you how different these two places are until you actually experience it everyday. People are very quiet and try to fit in. In the States, everyone wants to be heard! Everyone must say what is on their mind. Everyone wants to be different. Going to an “International” school has been challenging because of this. Because of my bubbly personality, I am called an attention-seeker. I am too loud, too different. People don’t want to be around me and make fun of me for wearing tiaras, cat ears, and flower crowns.  But it’s all beyond my back. I have had really sweet people tell me what is said. If it were the States, the “mean” people would be saying it to my face.

As you can seem from the tiaras comment, I don’t care about what people think about me AS MUCH as other people my age tend to think. I still care though and I still want friends.  I have made friends, of course! Mainly other TCKs or World Nomads in the high school, a TCK in the middle school, and a Korean who hasn’t lived anywhere but Korea. She is also an outcast because she’s not “Korean enough.” It really breaks my heart to see that we are all hated and made fun of. Some of us have lots of friends, though (*cough*high schoolers*cough*). It seems middle school and high school are two different environments and I can’t wait to see how it is different next year.

Besides school, you have food. I am a VERY picky eater. You want me to eat meat? Only certain kinds of steak and fried chicken. Vegetables?…..actually I can eat those but fruit! Ugh! I will eat some. The problem: South Korea doesn’t have a lot of steak. My only meat source! But the fried chicken here is to DIE for. I love Chick-fil-A but geez, it’s better here. They don’t have the foods I’m accustomed too. I can’t handle spice like my father and spice is used here A LOT. The food is a little too sweet for me and sugar is put into EVERYTHING. I wish I was less picky or else I feel I would really love the food here! I mean, I live on an island! The seafood I could eat! The ham sandwiches! The pork! Pork is used here a lot, and I see it all the time in my school lunches.

The buildings here are different here too. They are not built to be beautiful, they are built to be functional. Lots of blocky buildings. Lots of grey and black. From the places I’ve been to in the Mainland, it seems to be the same there.

I’m not good with ending these kinds of things so hopefully I become better at it the more I write these. Bye bye!

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