Culture Shock (From My Own Culture)

We landed in Augusta just before midnight on Friday. That was pretty much the longest Friday ever, because we woke up at - oh wait, we didn't wake up because we stayed up that entire night - at 4:30 AM to catch a 6:00 AM bus. My flight didn't leave until 5:45 PM. Then I traveled for like 19 or 20 hours to arrive at 11:38 PM; by the clock it only looked like 6 hours. That day lasted as long as a normal day, plus 13 hours.

Walking into the Augusta airport was one of the first of many mind-blowing experiences I've had in the past couple of days. It was so familiar; WE HAD BEEN THERE BEFORE and had never expected to see it again! The last time I'd been at that airport, I was saying goodbye to Joe with his mom and dad because he was leaving for South Korea.

We got our rental car and stepped out of the airport to see a huge American flag. We drove to our hotel along familiar roads, and we're in the hotel where we always stay when we're in Georgia, and it's just so weird.

We went to IHOP for dinner that night at like 1 AM. That was our first American meal. I was really excited and excitable and I wanted to tell the waitress lady that we had just gotten back from South Korea for the first time in two years, but I didn't. We had a pretty good meal and then went to the hotel and slept until 10 AM and then spent the whole day touring homes with a realtor.

After we decided to buy a house while we were still in Korea, I read the internet about pretty much every single house on the market in Augusta. Once we got here, we had about 11 or 13 places to see. Our realtor took us everywhere we wanted to go on Saturday, which was very nice, and took us to an extra place that I had seen and then taken off the Maybe List...and then fell in love with anyway when we saw it. It's a foreclosed $25,000 split-level from like the 60's or 70's with a pretty much perfect layout. It's sunny, it has a decent-sized kitchen (decent-sized everything else, too,) and one bathroom. There's a second bathroom, too, that had been entirely gutted. There's also probably another $25,000 and 3 months of someone's life in repairs, and tons of competition for the property. We were too tired to talk about financial/house stuff when we got back to the hotel, so we went to sleep. Then for some reason we woke up at 4:00 AM on Sunday, hungry and not tired anymore...so we went to McDonald's and, you know, crunched some numbers, and decided that the fixer-upper just wasn't going to work out. Not at this stage of our lives. I was really sad to let it go. And also really relieved, because since we'd decided on it, I had been incapable of thinking of anything except for how to win the bid for the house with the one chance we would have.

Maybe next time. Next time we look for a house, we can buy a giant project and pour sweat and blood and tears into a place where we'll keep uncovering surprise problems. That would be so great.

For now, we're going for Choice #2, a move-in-ready place that has spots we hate (which makes me happy, because now we can still have major - but not too major - projects to undertake together.)

Like, look at this room:

It's right off the kitchen, as you can see. With the location of this room in the house's floorplan, between the kitchen and the bedrooms, there's nowhere to put furniture, so it's just like a really wide hallway...with a fireplace in it. With the wood paneling and the dark floor and the fact that that room has zero windows, it's REALLY dark. We call it "The Lair." We want to put windows on either side of the fireplace and take out at least the upper cabinets of that part of the kitchen that connects to the room; that would really open everything up (and make a gigantic mess of the ceiling. Making a mess of a ceiling is always a terrible idea.) Then again, we might just move in and decide we have better things to do with our money and live with the flaws. But it's fun to imagine the possibilities. Not optional: painting dat paneling.

If we actually win the bid we'll put in tomorrow. Losing this place would mean settling for choice #3 or, PLEASE NO, #4.

This is so exciting!

This morning, after we went to McDonald's (AND KRISPY KREME!, eating away my sadness at that we wouldn't be bidding on a house where the basement might have been leaking,) I wasn't in the mood to go back to the hotel and be bored. So we went...TO WAL-MART for the first time in two years.

I took pictures. This is a Wal-Mart, obviously, like you probably just saw earlier today.

This was our Commissary. At least five of them could easily fit inside the Wal-Mart.

This is the orange juice selection at Wal-Mart. (The orange juice I had at McDonald's this morning tasted like soap.)

OH MY GOODNESS, LOOK AT THAT SELECTION. Even looking at the picture is blowing my mind. Just...wow. Wow. At Camp Carroll, our entire selection of orange juice, yogurt, and pre-made cookie dough was kept in a refrigerator unit one quarter of the size of that massive row of orange juice.

And the yogurt section!

THAT IS ALL YOGURT. How is that even possible? At Camp Carroll, the freezer containing most of the frozen foods - ice cream, waffles, Hot Pockets, frozen pizzas, seafood, meat - WAS THE SIZE OF THIS YOGURT SECTION.

I know you get the point, but here's the coffee, just real quick.

Wow! That's a lot of coffee!

Joe and I grew up with orange juice aisles the length of moving trucks, and we didn't even know how crazy that is.

Also crazy was when I landed for a layover in Detroit at the end of my flight out of Seoul and I could understand the conversations of everyone around me.

"...had her baby on Monday..."
"...he hadn't eaten or dranken in a month..."
"...showed up an hour early..."

Me and Joe talked about how we've been so used to tuning out the voices around us because we can't understand Korean. Hearing what people talk about made me wonder what they were talking about in Korea. Probably pretty much the same stuff.

Also, whenever I think of talking to our family and friends, I check the clock and automatically subtract an hour and switch between day and night to find out what time it is where they live. Like, it's 11:30 PM right now, so I'm like, okay, it's 10:30 in the morning at my parents' house...BUT IT'S NOT, BECAUSE WE'RE IN THE SAME TIME ZONE NOW.

All this has made us glad to be home. Other countries are pretty great, too, but...that was a lot of orange juice.

We'll be even happier to live in America once we have a house and can stop worrying about bids and inspections and loans and get on with our lives.