I’ll never forget my first week in Daegu. I was so proud of myself for navigating Dongseongro’s maze of shops and finding a cozy one-room near Kyungpook National University. Then came trash day. I casually tossed my pizza box into the nearest public bin. A few days later, a bright yellow warning sticker was slapped … Read more
I remember sitting in my tiny goshiwon in Ansan, staring at my bank account and wondering how I’d survive the month. My Korean was shaky, my visa was a ticking clock, and every job listing seemed to require fluent Korean and a car. Sound familiar? If you’re an international student in Ansan’s Multicultural Street, you’re … Read more
I’ll never forget my first week in Jeju. I was starving, craving fried chicken, and staring at a wall of Korean text on Baemin (배민), trying to figure out if I just ordered a meal or a new apartment lease. The struggle is real, but once you crack these apps, you’ll never cook again. The … Read more
I remember my first month in Songdo. I was standing in a massive Homeplus, staring at a wall of kimchi fridges, desperately trying to use Papago to translate a washing machine manual. My data was dying, my bank app was in Korean, and I couldn’t figure out how to order fried chicken without calling someone. … Read more
I remember my first month near Kyungsung Univ, staring at a wall of Korean text on a delivery app, desperately trying to order fried chicken at 2 AM. My stomach was growling, my Korean was nonexistent, and I ended up accidentally ordering a “sweet potato pizza” instead of a pepperoni one. It was a rough … Read more
When I first landed in Hongdae, I thought the biggest challenge would be the language barrier. I was wrong. It was navigating the visa restrictions for part-time work while trying to afford a bowl of tteokbokki without crying over my bank balance. If you’re an international student in Mapo-gu, you’re probably feeling the same pinch. … Read more
I remember sitting in a cramped coffee shop near Kyungsung University, staring at my D-2 visa expiration date while my bank account hit zero. I was supposed to be studying, but I was scrambling to figure out if I could switch to an E-2 or F-2. That panic is why I’m writing this—no fluff, just … Read more
I remember standing in front of the Daejeon Driver’s License Agency in Dunsan, clutching my passport and a handful of won, feeling like I was about to take the SATs in a language I barely knew. The clerk’s rapid-fire Korean and the maze of paperwork made me question every life choice that led me there. … Read more
I remember sitting in a Gwangalli coffee shop, staring at the Gwangan Bridge, wondering if my E-2 visa renewal would come through in time. The anxiety was real—one wrong step with immigration and my life in Busan could unravel. After a decade here, I’ve learned the hard way that visa knowledge isn’t optional; it’s your … Read more
I remember my first three months in Sinchon: sitting alone at a café near Yonsei University, watching groups of Korean friends laugh over bingsu, while I stared at my phone pretending to be busy. I thought my decent Korean level would be enough, but every time I tried to join a conversation, I hit an … Read more