The worst part about my first week in Korea
It isn’t that I miss my friends or family, though that’s part of it.
It isn’t that I have no idea where anything is, though that’s part of it.
It isn’t that I can’t speak the language to have even a basic conversation with anyone, though that’s part of it.
It’s that I don’t have Internet access at my place to communicate with my friends and family, find a map to locate places near where I live, or learn some basic Korean phrases.
Cyborg syndrome… seriously.