Living in Wonju South Korea, These Many Long Years

Living in Wonju South Korea, These Many Long Years: Version 2.0!

Wednesday, April 20, 2011


Realizing the need to get out of Korea to preserve the limited sanity he possessed, F5Waeg bought a foreclosed house in what was intended as a high end suburb near Dallas, Texas.

He knew there were few neighbors.  He had no idea who would eventually move in.  But the 30 grand he spent on a home valued 10 times as much wasn't to be passed off when he knew the time had come.

He left reluctantly.  But then most do when they know they have to burst their own bubble with dependents in tow.

There was nothing left for him in Korea.  He had tried hard to make the place his own.  He knew the importance of staying in one place and calling it home.

But ultimately there would never be a home there for him, and his girls would likely become something self loathing.

Shortly after moving into his new digs, the lawn died.  Water was scarce, and wasting it to grow some useless green shit wouldn't do.  He had to install a cistern since the prices for aqua were actually through the roof.

When the great burning came, and most of the houses in his suburb burned to the ground, it was that cistern that saved the home.  But it was far from being a salvation.

The land around was bought up by a subsidiary of Halliburton.  Many of the few neighbors that also lived in the suburb sold out at the same time, and encouraged him to do the same.

F5Waeg was broke.  He had decided to be a writer, and what he brought in after ten years wasn't going to see him and his wife move any place nice while still paying the uni bills for the two girls.

Up around his home sprung up manufacturing, smelting, strip malls selling legalized crack and sex toys.  Next to his house was an LG training facility where all new recruits for LG Manufacturing had to pass an eight week physical before assuming their position on the assembly line.

F5Waeg took to drinking more and more Ya! that he had imported from Korea to write the Great International Novel.  He liked to mix it with gin he made in his own still.

One morning while trying to do more than 50 push ups like all the workers at the new LG Training Center, he had a heart attack and died.  His widow sold the house for a bit more than a song and moved in with her LG manager guy.  One of his girls had moved back to Korea while the other was dating someone named Chloe.

His last thought had been I wonder what Willy Loman would do.

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