By Jessica Kim

Hot, sticky air engulfs me the moment I step out of the air-conditioned house. Just like every other day, the streets of Seoul are overflowing with people. I watch the crowds as I walk past the shops. How are they wearing long pants and a cardigan and still dry? Meanwhile, I am sweating buckets in a white tank-top and linen shorts. The portable fan in my hand does nothing, endlessly circulating more humid air at me. My hair sticks to my face, disregarding all the effort I put into my makeup this morning and the money I spent buying so-called โ€œsweat-proofโ€ foundation and setting powder.ย 

Passing the shade of all the shop awnings on Euljiro Street, I cross over to the bustling high-rise district, packed with skyscrapers. Without shelter, I am now exposed to direct sunlightโ€”as if the humidity was not enough! My feet are screaming, begging me to throw off my socks and suede sneakers. Every pore in my body gushes sweat. By the time I get to my destination, I am completely drenched, my once-dry clothes now soggy rags. And yes, it has only been ten minutes since I left my house.ย 


Jessica Kim (she/her) โ€˜27 is a public relations and economics major with a finance minor. She hopes to work in financial public relations, investor relations, and microfinance industries. Working as a TYSW editor was a unique opportunity for her to explore the creative writing industry.