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Ordinarily, this is a light-hearted blog. I've written a few times about some things that are personal and serious, but for the most part, my blog is a place for my irreverent and (often) obnoxious observations about my experiences as a middle-aged Western wife and mother trying (with questionable success) to adjust to life in an Asian megacity. That's it.
For obvious reasons, then, I haven't mentioned the, shall we say, 'aggressive' rhetoric streaming out of North Korea lately. Partly because it's no fun to dwell on the possibility of one's own impending doom, but really because - and I'm going to be brutally honest here - we're not really thinking about it.
I know, I know, it sounds like we're crazy, especially since -from what I can see - every major media franchise has been putting out some pretty alarmist copy lately. But it's the truth. I can honestly tell you the number of conversations I have had about North Korea in the last three weeks with other expats: one, with a co-worker who mentioned it in passing as we were heading to a meeting.
We got an e-mail yesterday from Son#2's school assuring us that the administration had been in constant contact with the US and British embassies and that had been assured that there was "no cause for immediate concern" and that they were monitoring the situation closely. I assume this is because some parents had expressed concern, although - as I said before, it hadn't come up in conversation with any of the parents I knew.
My South Korean friends? They don't mention it either. In fact, it's just not a Thing.
No civil defense drills, no gas masks, no evacuations. We're not glued to televisions, or streaming video on our laptops, or radio broadcasts. We don't jump nervously every time we hear a loud noise.
We just kind of go on with life as normal.
Now, part of this probably has to do with an observation I made in previous blog post, which is, if you are unfortunate enough to live less than 100 kilometers away from an unstable rogue state with nuclear capability, it's pretty much a given that, should something go down, you will be right there in Ground Zero, poof, gone in a blink of an eye. Given this reality, there's really no point whatsoever in worrying about the 'what ifs.'
I also made the observation that - as pessimistic as it sounded - I felt instant annihilation was highly preferable to wandering through a post-apocalyptic nuclear landscape, where one would be obligated to fight other survivors for potable water and mangled cans of Spam. In addition, having been raised by a Canadian mother, I can't see myself prevailing in a primal sort of situation that calls for the complete eradication of good manners. I'd invariably let everyone get in front of me in the line for water and apologize for bumping into people in the frenzy to scavenge for the last of the Twinkies.
Now, I'm not in the US or Europe right now, so I have no idea what the media is saying about the situation, but I can only imagine. And we have heard from more than one concerned friend or relative asking how we were doing, wondering what things must be like over here.
We're just fine. Life here is totally normal. Yes, we all know that North Korea is there, rattling its sabers. We know it's got weapons. We know it's perpetrated aggressive acts before. But after almost 2 years? We're used to it. That's not to say that there's no threat. I suppose we're just following the example of our South Korean hosts, who are taking things in stride.
We're keeping calm and carrying on.
For an excellent explanation of the situation for those of us living in South Korea, take a look at this clip by expat überbloggers Eatyourkimchi. It does a great job of summing things up.