Last night, not only were my ears not tortured, I actually enjoyed myself. Granted, some of the music was not fabulous but The Basement was packed and I had a blast dancing with my friends. Yes…dancing. I know the doctor keeps telling me to rest but the fact of the matter is that yesterday I managed to slip on 2 separate sets of stairs, fall off of 2 curbs and knocked over my own garbage pail (
People who haven’t lived away from their home country for any amount of time tend to ask me ‘isn’t it hard?’ My answer is usually ‘sometimes.’ Sometimes, it is incredibly hard to lift the spoon to your mouth to eat, to be stared at constantly, to exist constantly as alien, other, the outsider–and keep doing it day after day. That sort of ‘sometimes’ day doesn’t happen to me very often. I tend to focus on the little joys…a student’s enthusiasm, a beautiful sunset, a new Korean word. When I do that, everything else is just part of the adventure.