I am at my wits end with everything in my apartment:
The wireless I have been siphoning for the past 6 months for free has either exhausted itself or my computer refuses to cooperate with it. Thankfully I have other ways to occupy my time, like Stable Stacey. She's lost a bit though, there's this hum that comes off the strings that has come out of nowhere, I changed the strings and its still there. So now I'm sitting in a coffee shop drinking this delicious blueberry latte to try and forget HOW I FINALLY HAVE TO PAY FOR AN INTERNET CONNECTION AND ACCEPT THAT MY GUITAR COST EIGHTY DOLLARS BECAUSE THE PEOPLE BUILT IT USING TWENTY!!!
These are really trivial things, I know, but having been a student pampered by landlords who treat you like family and university residences that get exploited like Cancun on Spring Break, I have come to expect certain things like WiFi and a guitar that doesn't make a weird noise.
The weirdest thing that happened when I was dealing with these first world problems is thinking, "I'm going home." And then my life came crumbling into perspective. All those things you miss, or miss having other people do for you, come rolling through my memory and all the advice that's waiting for me at home. Typically when I'm in a bind I'm totally like "I know, I'll email the family computer wiz!" ... "right, no INTERNET."
I decided to put on some grown-up clothes yesterday and deal with this problem like an adult. I went to an internet provider yesterday and asked for an outline of their plans. Ironically, the information is only available ONLINE! So that's my Monday mission at school with the help of my co-teacher. As for the guitar, I'm just going to accept that I bought a horrible guitar and see if I can salvage it by taking it to a guitar store and having them string it for me. After I try to tune it one more time, maybe.
Eons ago I always seemed to admit defeat and just accept being wrong, along with dealing and hearing other people's problems, despite them not having time to acknowledge mine. Ever since coming here its been Hakuna Mattata. Despite the barriers that surround me, preventing me from living to the fullest (ie speaking Korean) I'm having lots of fun in and outside of school. I'm keeping busy, and maybe with the additional duties I'm getting at the beginning of the new school year along with my own endeavours, I'm feeling the water rising over my head. I guess its that notion of that the invisible fear is much scarier than the one right in front of your face, like poltergeists vs. a bear.
I guess I can leave on that idiotic comparison, I'm sure I'll be fine once all this stuff is in front of my face, unless they're never-ending. Vacation/ desk warming time starts tomorrow, so I'll prep for my duties next year then.
Happy Family Day to those back home in Canada.
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