I believe that everyone has a superpower. Very few people have obvious superpowers, but everyone has one. Maybe this person always makes the best coffee, even though there is nothing different from the way they make it from the other people in the office. Or that person who is always in the right place at the right time to win something. Some call it luck. I call it a superpower.
I have a couple of superpowers. One is what I call Cosmic
Pre-quakes. This is when the Universe sends you a warning about something or
someone (usually a someone) is going to come back into your life. It is the “Oh,
I was just thinking about you two days ago” moments. I get these quite a bit
along with déjà vu moments. Which I strongly believe are connected. Same cosmic
waves, as it were.
But that isn’t the superpowers I am talking about. I have a superpower
of almost always knowing which car to get into to get a seat or at least a handhold
on the subway here in Korea. And I have been developing this superpower to tell
the difference, because some days my feet just hurt.
Now, this is a superpower that I didn’t know I possessed
until recently. About a year ago I got my own apartment in Korea (ex-pat
American). Most schools here provide housing for their teachers. Which is great
for new teachers. But I wanted to switch from teaching to something else, so I saved
up the money and got my own apartment. My apartment is huge, has a loft, AND a counter
that divides the kitchen area from the living space, and thus more than the box
that pass as most studio/officetels in South Korea. I am not going to give this
place up without a really REALLLLYY good reason.
So, with my own apartment, I have to now find transportation
from said apartment, to my place of employment. Which is still a school. Not
close to where I live. Because there just aren’t that many places that hire
native English teachers around where I live. Which is okay. Because I like
taking the public transportation here.
Seriously.
The novelty of it hasn’t worn off yet. I know that a job is
tiresome when I dread the commute. The sameness of it is just oppressive. I
know I am in for a bad time when my commute becomes tiresome after only two or
so months. And there is only so much variety one can take when driving,
walking, taking public transportation, to the same place. Five days a week. One
way. And then back. Five days a week.
I may be hating my current walk from subway to school. But I
don’t hate the subway ride. Because I have my superpower to back me up.
