We had seen the sea parting once, not knowing it would part two more times again by sundown. Some of us (self included) were a little worried about getting seasick on the boat out to Modo Island, so instead of braving the sea we actually ended up having a leisurely morning getting ready (after a well-deserved, post-parting nap!) before heading down the cherry-blossom lined paths and street over to the festival.
With my new schedule I still hardly have time to breathe. Two and a half weeks into my time in Seoul I was pretty much ready to call it quits with designers who had expressed interest in having their Fall/ Winter 2016 styles profiled on The Toronto Seoulcialite, only to still find no tickets in my new mailbox 24 hours before their shows. Designers (well…people in general) can be fickle and disorganized, so I was ready to spend my Saturday catching up on sleep and Shonda Rhimes. Star (of 87Pages) convinced me to get my ass outta bed at the crack of dawn on Saturday to take in the madness of Fashion Week in Seoul.
We arrived expecting a massive crowd quite early, but the place was pretty empty. It was really nice to take in the first really warm weather of the season with the beautiful, modern architecture of Dame Zaha Hadid’s Dongdaemun Design Plaza where Seoul Fashion Week is held. Stepping out of my taxi there was an eerily pristine moment of calm before the storm in which I got to admire the building and its empty surroundings bathing in sunlight from all angles. I reflect on that moment now, just having found out that Hadid, first woman as well as the first Muslim to receive the Pritzker Architecture Prize, died of a heart attack only 5 days later on March 31st, 2016.
On the eve of the home opener in Seoul, I figured a good Throwback Thursday would be to good times at the ol’ ball-game in Busan. I’ve been an avid Blue Jays fan ever since I can remember. I have fragmented memories of sitting in my Aunt’s and Uncle’s living room watching a big game snuggled up with my parents. I also remember being down by the SkyDome (yes, it was still the SkyDome in those days and will forever be called the SkyDome in my vernacular) where I think my Mom and Dad bought a few sweatshirts celebrating the victories of 1992/1993 back to back World Series Champs. I wear one of those sweatshirts just about every Sunday night when I Skype my parents.
It’s been two and a half weeks since I boarded the KTX and moved my life up to Seoul from Busan. To say that the transition was a bumpy ride would be an understatement, but I’ve had a lot of support from my parents, my friends back home and in Busan, as well as new friends and colleagues (not to mention superiors) who have helped in many ways (most notably cracking the whip on my landlord to fix my water as well as getting me a sweet new armoire).
When was the last time you did something for the first time? If it’s been so long that you can’t remember, I would consider that an issue. In August of 2014 I found that I was asking myself that same question over and over again. I took every possible opportunity to go try something new. I took a card-sewing class (yes, you read that right), a brew-master’s tour, adult ballet (and barre) classes, did a scotch-tasting (okay, that one wasn’t quite so new), a Ukranian egg-decorating class (yep – wax, dip, and dye over and over again), and I dined in the dark at a restaurant where all the servers were blind. We had scheduled axe-throwing and stand-up comedy classes, but ultimately I was just too busy with such an extremely demanding job.