Here I am, my fourth day in my new place, my new town. I didn’t even see this coming a few weeks ago. Everything happened so fast, and now I have a new apartment, a new jacket, and a new pillow. I even have a TV so that I can watch the French Open live- it’s October 4th, by the way, and they’re playing the French Open in October. But it’s the year 2020, and this crazy year is in the beginnings of its twilight, and God has blessed me to look at the upside of these turbulent times.
My new town is completely different than the last two places that I’ve lived in the past year. Jecheon was a small mountain village. I loved it for its quaintness. Daegu was a typical city with a history and tradition. This place, well, is bigger than the former and smaller than the latter, but it’s louder and brighter and more bustling than either of them. I read that it was constructed as a planned community, and I was afraid that it would be like a bland boring suburb, but at least there’s a pedestrian culture, with lots of shops and restaurants that you can walk to. It lacks, soul, however, maybe because of its newness. It’s definitely more Westernized and commercialized than either places that I’ve lived in, but I appreciate the energy that this town has. There’s a scant bus system, but I was able to take the bus to the premium outlet nearby.
The people seem to be more boisterous than the kind, polite, reserved people in Daegu. There are a lot of pubs near my place, so there’s a lot of day drinking going on- granted, it’s Chuseok weekend.
Even though I loved Daegu because I’m a city girl, and the layout of where I lived was that of a typical city, there were two things that were lacking there compared to Jecheon: a decent cafe close to my home and a decent park. Here, there’s a huge park that is paved, unlike those in Daegu, but it doesn’t really have the views that Citizens Park in Jecheon had. I found a huge cafe near my home. I think that I will always compare my future places to my first place in a foreign country: Jecheon. Even though the apartment there was old and shabby, it had a glorious mountain view.
The cool autumn air coming through the floor to ceiling windows in this cafe reminds me of what this season has always been about to me: New beginnings.