It means tons of hours-long traffic jamseven on the nation’s highways grocery stores basically full of people, bank ATMs running out of money, and general craziness till sometime next Tuesday.
For me, Chuseok isn’t such a special time. I mean, I can grasp how it means a lot to people here; though it’s more like Thanksgiving in North American culture in terms of the content and practices of the holiday, it’s an event that matches Christmas on the Western scale… the biggest holiday of the year. I understand that. I just don’t really feel it. For me, it’s more like, “Hey, cool, we get Monday off work.” For me, Chuseok is beer-and-pizza-and-video-game day, at least this year it is.
But the couple of days before the blessed holiday, ie. from today to Sunday morning I’ll be out in the countryside somewhere reading and sipping tea and enjoying the quiet of a little place in the middle of nowhere, with the company of a certain Lime character. I’ve got some food and stuff packed up, and I’m ready to go.
I just hope my intrenet connection holds out when I get back. Because there is going to be absolutely NOTHING else to do once she goes home for Chuseok besides read, play my game, and try to figure out a way to reinstall Windows on her laptop. My connection’s been crapping out almost daily, lately, and I worry that with all the spoiled little boys home for the holidays, Starcraft and World of Warcraft and Cartrider and the rest of the games are going to clog the lines and I won’t even get a chance to check my email.
Uh, anyway, happy Chuseok, for those of you who do indeed feel it.