Arrival in Uiryeong

The English director at the elementary school that I'm going to be teaching at picked me up yesterday. Picture this:

I'm sweating and my clothes are moist and I'm smelling like Korean food with the new B.O. that I've acquired, I get into the teacher's car. Up to this point I've pretended that I don't speak Korean and that I only speak English. In the car, I feel her frustration because she totally doesn't speak English so I tell her that I actually do speak Korea. She expresses her relief and then she says, "we haven't looked for a place for you to live yet, but we found a place for you to stay in the meantime. You can stay at this teacher's house tonight." Then she gets a phone call and tells me that she actually doesn't have a place for me to sleep. Tears are about to spring from my eye sockets and I feel a lump in my throat.

Last night I slept at the apartment of the two other girls in Uiryeong. I still have that lump in my throat. I just want to go home while they sort out my apartment business and eat some In-N-Out and carne asada fries with carnitas burrito.