I’ve been on the receiving end of but far too many times. I don't think I've ever assumed that the person behind but is actually sorry. I've felt like I have justify why I didn't know something I couldn't have known, or why someone else didn't do something that they should have done.
About a week ago, a friend from home asked me whether or not Korea was treating me better this time around. I didn't give a particularly good answer, but I did promise to blog about it when I'd had some time to think. While it's difficult to determine offhand whether it's worse or better, I have found … Continue reading The Differentness of Things: Korea Round 2
I think the two years I lived in Korea were the first (and perhaps only) time in my life when I felt financially secure. In the two years between my father's death, and my departure for Korea, I needed to help support my family. We lived paycheck to paycheck, and I have never tried … Continue reading Money Can’t Buy Happiness?
I love to sing. I sang in choir when I was in high school. But I didn’t like being in my school’s choir. It was a rather notorious organisation – infamous for the fact that once one joined, one was unable to leave. It wasn’t until my final year at school that we were allowed – … Continue reading Reality Hits: When the Elation of Returning Home Starts to Wear Off
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYfENDpER-Y *** My brother shared this song with me on Facebook last week. I was confused, to the say the least, as I wouldn't say I'm a fan of Jack Parow. But, as my brother felt the need to share this with me, I decided to listen. Maybe it would be good for a laugh, … Continue reading Hold On
I love driving. I especially love driving at night on empty, well-lit roads. In those moments, it's like the world belongs to me. I can speed up, and hasten the arrival of that wonderful moment where the roads start to look like home, or I can slow down a little and see the city lights … Continue reading On the bus from Seoul to Incheon
I have actually been asked whether I think that this whole experience has been worth it. And yes, I will tell you, unequivocally, it has been worth it. Worth all the time, the stress, the tears and the sleepless nights. But will it continue to be worth it? I don't intend to find out.