My first birthday back in America in two years. The theme: legos and Spider-man. The time in Korea is over, but the PTSD when looking at a birthday cake is long from forgotten.
Granted, I was forced to go, but it was pretty good.
The title is that because my life is so awkwardly funny that it borders on sad. Let me explain.
Dang, that’s a lot of corn.
They all lied. I was lied to.
Set aside the insane baseball fandom, the violence, and the corruption, and let us examine tacos.
So now my life is a musical in my head.
I’m back in America. I know. It’s weird. My Korean experience (I’m referring to me living in Korea, not some last minute relationship I had with a Korean. I’m not that lucky), but anyway, my Korean experience is over. Now I’m forced to talk about it with everyone I meet. You know what that means!…
I wanted to stay there and bark orders at people like a true princess.
“I love you more and more.” “I love you more and more.” “I love you more and more.” He just kept saying that.