The Life Mixology

Towards the end of my run, I almost always run all the way to the coffee shop to cool down while reading Washington Post. S is at the bar this morning, and asks if I am working today. “Have you ever seen me work?”, I joke. I’ve just had to defend myself when they harmlessly accused…

We Are Family

There’s a new hope rising in my heart. The sun is rising outside the cafe, sky is all pink, its innocent face blushing lightly at the appearance of the commercial prince, the M/S shopping center. The buildings here are slightly designed to resemble medieval castles. It’s a fusion between medieval and modern styles. It’s so…

The Helping Hand

Something’s pulling me back to loneliness… “You can hold my hand if you want.”, he told me as we were climbing up the long stair in the subway station, somewhere in Seoul. And I did reach out my hand fast and held his. I held onto his hand- the helping hand. He was such a…

Twilight Love

  At twilight, there’s something about this town that reminds me of Seoul. There are lights everywhere– street lights, building lights, traffic lights. It’s a different intensity of brightness that does not overwhelm me. It’s soothing, even. It reminds me of home. I see the buses heading to the destinations, commuting cars heading back home…

House of God

  When the house we rented was sold, we had to find a place to move quickly. It was the first house I lived in Seoul where I moved to go to the university. Mom moved with me, leaving my dad. I was her excuse for moving to Seoul, her plan to execute her separation…

Nice Knowing You

I saw Korea in my dream. I was driving to Uljiro 1ga(을지로 1가) braving the busy traffic. In real life, I will never be able to work up that much courage to drive in the Seoul traffic. Only in my dream. Then I saw myself walking on the streets of Seoul, all corners and back…

Newspaper on the Table

There is a newspaper on the table somebody left behind. I gladly pick it up, holding my tumbler filled with just poured decaf coffee. It’s 7 in the morning already, but the sun still hasn’t come up, and the cafe is dimly lit except the area around the big long table designed for readers. It…

Everything to Gain

I am so used to my wretched cry when I kneel to pray that when I am at complete peace during my prayer, I am at a complete loss. Some very dramatic element is missing, so I try to squeeze out some painful memories to produce some tears. But today, I did something that was…

Blessed

When Mr. Norm told me about the new Graphic Memoir “Marbles” by the cartoonist Ellen Forney, I had to get it right away. This book should be disturbing and sad for me, but it wasn’t. It was more funny than disturbing, especially during her manic stage. I have to say, the depression section was pretty…

The Human Journey

I wake up to nightmares some mornings. Upon awakening, the memories of where I am (at my sister’s house), who I am (a single, divorced, immigrant, with a part-time job and not much prospect), and what I have that brought me to this point (bipolar), slowly come back to life, and it’s too much to…