I’m weird, that’s for sure.

Three years ago I started teaching myself Korean. Now I rarely listen to American pop music anymore. I listen to Korean pop (the longest playlist on my iPod, at 488 songs). I don’t watch American television either. I watch Korean dramas, and follow Korean pop culture. I don’t talk in my sleep in English. I talk in German. And I remember learning my first words in Italian when I was five years old. My room is decorated with things I’ve picked up from all over Europe. I’m strong in my Italian and German, functional in my Korean, and could find my way around France if I needed to as well. I’m a musician, but I have an obsession with foreign cultures.

Hate to say I told you so.

England seems a bit of an illogical destination choice then, especially considering my history and love of foreign languages. Why go to a country that at first glance seems so… similar? Of course, I’m not going to England to study language; I’m going to work and grow as a musician. But I’m also going to find out what makes London a bit quirky and unique like me. I’m ready to discover a culture hidden under the guise of a shared language and common roots. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll pick up another quirk or two for myself in the process.