From the BK to the SK
 
Sadly, Daegu isn't decoratd all too well for the holiday season. I haven't felt too homesick as of yet about being gone for the holidays, probably because I am too busy most of the time to really even process it. But, yesterday I was watching Miracle on 34th Street, and I found myself longing for the lights and holiday cheer that sweep through the city this time of year.
It doesn't necessarily feel like Christmas here, and that's probably because of the lack of decorations, the lack of Christmas tree salesmen on every street corner and the lack of Christmas peeps my friend Molly and I would devour in the library when pulling endless all nighters to get our work done during finals week. Yes, peeps are a huge part of the holiday season for me.
There is also no snow in Daegu, not that it really snows all the time at home on Christmas. I do miss it. I hate when it's cold and there is no snow, but I also hate the dirty, city snow. It's pretty foul.
It's weird, though - I only like the snow under certain conditions. One of my favorite memories from Penn State, amidst the tailgates and the parties and the tailgates and Thon and the tailgates, is a moment that was all my own. It was late, late at night, maybe like 3 a.m., and I left the library to walk home and found freshly fallen, clean, beautiful white snow. I loved it. I would love how eerily quiet it would be, how incredibly still the entire night would feel, how incredibly black the night sky was, how incredibly cold it was and how incredibly sacred it all felt. I would walk home and be so happy. I'm not one for nature and for thinking like, "Oh, we're all one with the Earth, and we're all brothers and sisters with the trees and the sun and the flowers!" No, no - none of that, but it was a beautiful moment, a moment that felt like it was all mine and no one else's. I think that's why I liked it so much. I loved that feeling, that feeling of untouched and silent and cold beauty, of seeing something no one else could see and understanding things in a way that no one else could understand. It's sort of like traveling. It's all such a personal experience, and yet here I am, writing about it because I have a complete stream of consciousness right now from too much coffee.
That's the only time I ever really like the cold weather, is late at night like that. I'm telling you, I'm a weird person and have some rather strange obsessions and strange thought processes, but I am happy to share them with everyone.
I do kind of hope it snows here for Christmas. It would make it feel a little more complete.
On an upbeat note, I asked one of my co-workers, "Do you eat special food for Christmas?"
She answered with a little laugh. "Chicken...fried chicken."
I couldn't help but laugh. Fried chicken on Christmas - how pleasantly traditional.
Koreans are vultures when food is around, and they eat like it's their last meal, but they are no where near as entirely sloppy and messy as the people were in China. In China, when a family would get up from a table after having dinner, it was like someone just came through and tore apart an entire town, and nothing was left standing; it was just pure destruction.
Here they eat a bit better, though I have seen them attack a Costco chicken like cavemen with toothpicks. I passed when they offered me a toothpick to partake in further mutaliating the battered and shredded chicken.
Other than that, though, I must say it's a big step up from China.
 


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