story time cause im bored and emotionally exhausted: this picture was taken in a place with a lot of heart. i was in daegu, and been on a solo trip through different cities for about a week and a half at this point. it was the middle of august and the rain was pouring every single day. most shops and main attractions were also closed because of a national holiday which i had not considered when shaping my plans. that morning i set out to find a restaurant i had heard about away from the center of town. i walked about 30 min and through the neighborhood having trouble finding the place. i looked for 10 min without realizing that 1) it was right in front of my eyes 2) that it served only meats (which i dont really eat). a little disappointed and sore at this point, i was tempted to just go back to my hotel (that was very likely a love hotel whoops) to watch tv before the rain started to hit again. but i was so hungry for kimchi jiggae that i tried to find a shop that sold it. after walking through every corner of the neighborhood and searching for the blessed characters on menus standing outside, there was this small, old looking place without much advertisement but the menu printed on its large window. anxious about my language skills and lack of battery in my phone, but frustrated at my own inabilities, i pushed the door open. there, suddenly, i was at the back of somebody’s old wooden kitchen, the television blaring about a gameshow with kpop stars. three 60 something men were watching and making on and off comments, all a little surprised and curious at the sight of this drenched yt girl stepping in a space most familiar to them. The place truly seemed like the back of someone’s house, where only a corridor separated the seating space of the all-wooden restaurant from the home. An older lady was serving the customers while a younger one was actively cooking behind the stove. i used my limited language skills and off pronunciation to order my food as politely as i could. and there i was, in the middle of a somewhat intimate space, trying to watch the show and dry my dress, deeply appreciating the amiable and inquisitive smile of one of the older men at the table behind me, sad that i could not answer the questions in his eyes by speaking his tongue. the food came and was oh so welcome. after eating i left slowly, thankful for such a special experience i was allowed to witness, leaving behind the curious glances and welcoming smiles.
theres no moral to this story. ive just been feeling a little stuck and pointless lately and maybe this is prbly a show that in walking with no fully defined purpose, there can be simple but fulfilling happiness. but also i miss good cheap food and nice people and walking a lot and i really dont wanna forget this so why not post it on social media for temporary validation goodbye.