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  • The Lie

    This is one of the most sincere things I have ever written about myself. I am at a point in my life where I feel comfortable about sharing it, and for my closest friends this will be the first time you hear it. It’s a  story I was afraid to tell, but I hope it can serve a purpose now. This is the last post I will be writing.

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    In life, there are times when the floor drops from beneath you.

    Four years ago I asked if I could leave drawing class early to go to a doctor’s appointment. My instructor at the time asked me if everything was OK, to which I reassured, “Of course, I’m fine, it’s probably not a big deal.”

    One hour later I was diagnosed with Takayasu’s Arteritis.


  • Holding On

    I spoke to my parents the other day. My father was criticizing the way my mother cleaned a window, and in the middle of the video call went over to clean it better. I shook my head and commiserated with my mom.

    “He’s suddenly so good at cleaning, huh? I wonder if he’ll use his talents on the basement.”

    The only place in our house that none of us have any reign over is my father’s basement. He has his lab down there (dental technician), and with the rest of the space are things that he simply refuses to get rid of. Relics of the 90s, video tapes, elliptical machines, rugs and chairs. Convex TV screens and the smell of cardboard. The space is large enough to be a livingroom, and there was a long time when I wanted a spot down there to use as a studio space, but he filled every last crevasse with an empty promise that he would clean it. One day. Someday.


  • Marathoning Japan – Four Cities in Five Days

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    On the journey back to my tiny apartment home in Daegu, my eyelids were leaden, various leg muscles were pulled, and I lethargically guessed what subway line to take to get back. Five days in Japan had chewed me up and spat me out. But with a pocketful of strange coins, and many warm, beautiful memories, despite my weariness I looked up into the sky over Korea spiritually satiated. My gaze has become a little more wizened from my travels further east. So take some time to tie your shoelaces a little tighter, I’ll take you on my sprint through Japan one more time.

     


  • Of Men and Fear

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    Under the streetlight glow, I’m walking to the next place on a Saturday night. I walk past a group of men clasping each other’s shoulders in a drunken lean, languishing down the street, blocking the path with their pace. I hear them start to make some noise and it’s directed towards me.

    “Heeeeey shorty why you alone? (Oooo look at her. Where she going?) HEEEEEY~”

    A cold feeling washes over me. Disgust. I choose to pretend I don’t hear them. There are too many people on the street ahead so I can’t escape. One of them gets mad.

    “HEY YOU. I’M TALKING TO YOU. TURN AROUND.”


  • Teach

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    I saw ants wandering the crevasses of the sidewalk on this warm afternoon and realized that my journey here has come full circle. The trees that had lost their leaves, shivered and bloomed have again regained their strength to grow. In the day’s heat, my memories skip around from my first steps into Homeplus through blurry midnight taxi rides. But what I remember most are the students that I teach – the quirky, cute, struggling, hard-working and spirited bunch that I brightly say “Hi!” to every day, between every class. They have made up a large part of my life here, and although Korea has given me so much, these kids have undoubtedly given me the most.


  • Teach

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    I saw ants wandering the crevasses of the sidewalk on this warm afternoon and realized that my journey here has come full circle. The trees that had lost their leaves, shivered and bloomed have again regained their strength to grow. In the day’s heat, my memories skip around from my first steps into Homeplus through blurry midnight taxi rides. But what I remember most are the students that I teach – the quirky, cute, struggling, hard-working and spirited bunch that I brightly say “Hi!” to every day, between every class. They have made up a large part of my life here, and although Korea has given me so much, these kids have undoubtedly given me the most.


  • State of Mind


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  • Endure

    My friend and I dangle our legs from the barstools and tip the glasses to our lips. She turns, rocks, drops her phone in one swift movement. Picking it up, rising with an exhale, she is resigned before she sees it.

    “So easy to break.”

    I grip the cold glass. The ice twitches and I contemplate my own fragility.

    It’s a different kind of weakness, isn’t it? The rain can touch my skin and I’ll keep on. Drop me, I’ll fall and I’ll bleed. I’ll heal.

    But I’ll remember.

    These days the rain falls and I feel like I’m breaking.

     



  • The Fortune Teller

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    It’s 2am, and on club street in Daegu, warm light and Mao Zedong’s face glow from a cheap plate-glass facade; the fortune teller is within, furrowing her freckled brow, not-so-discreetly checking her phone on the table, turning her cards with the rhythm of time. And there’s a line.


 

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