Come And Go With Me

Goodbye Jordon

Goodbye Ronnie

For those that choose to live in the global subculture, life is rich with goodbye and hello.  With each new season relationships rise and fall and hearts are broken and remade with consistent regularity. 

It can make you or it can break you.

Welcome - Alyssa & Landon

 It is something that makes one feel more connected to the moment and what it has to offer.  Relationships can't be put off until tomorrow because they are finite, indefinite.  Each relationship is made with the knowledge that it will end and a piece of your heart will be broken off, and taken away to a new corner of the world. 

So you must decided to love despite certain pain.  

You must laughing with the certain knowledge that you will cry.

 Within this dance you discover the depth of your own resilience.  

If you are lucky, you also discover the depth to which you can love.

It's On Like Donkey Kong

 

Every crisis needs a solution.

For NJ it's the LSAT.

Time to cram.

Bring it on law school.

Running the Numbers

Western Cake  - Thank You Stephanie

 It is impossible to know if I am old or I am young.

It eludes me.

Korean Cake - Thank You Serena

 But the scoreboard says:

Korean Age - 37

Western Age - 36

I always wonder, "Am I winning or am I loosing?"

The Surprise - I Threw Myself A Party

(My first night out with Landino and Alyssa.)

Double Trouble

Harri-bou is living it up in Nashville.

Partying down with his sisters on their birthday.

He's a great brother.

I'm happy he has this time with them

before he's off on another adventure.

I'm an Out-y not an In-y

It wasn't a good idea,

 

but I wanted to know what it felt like

to spend a day with my shirt tucked into my skirt.

Final conclusion:

This is one local custom that's just not for me.

Maybe next time I'll try something new and I'll like it.

Haksan-do Part Deux

Although I'd planned to hop to a further island,

it was not possible due to an impending monsoon.

So I stayed an extra day to nap and relax

before I racing the weather home.

Haksan-do, I love you

The Dirty South

How low can you go?

Well, I guess I have my answer.

Going long.

What I always dreamed seafood soup would be.

Quick reminder what I look like.

Korea Ends Here

Jeju: The flyby

My Jeju experience

certainly didn't do the island justice,

but I did go there so...

done and done.

Someday I will return,

with my love on my arm

and experience the real Jeju.

The Ferry from Busan

A bunk room for 6 is just right.

Early morning arrival

Logs chinked for homes, something only an Alaskan might love.

The seawalk

Remote office

Jeju, just a stepping stone to Marado

Things Heat Up

Babies First Emergency Room

On Tuesday, after running a fever between 102-104 for three days,

I could feel my eyes and brain beginning to cook,

my body felt like it had every ounce of liquid squeezed out of it.

Plus, I hadn't been able to eat or drink in days.

The next stop on the train was most certainly kidney failure.

I called my head teacher and said, 

"Help."

Babies first IV, that she remembers.

 30 Minutes later I was plugged into IV's as they nervously tried to bring down my fever.  It took two rounds of treatments and lots of supplements before my body felt inclined to listen.  

After that I was admitted for 22 hours of IV's.

It's ALIVE!!!

My lungs were solid white masses on the x-rays.  

I had both a viral and fungal infection in my lungs.

They sounded like rice krispies.

Snap. Crackle. Pop.

However, thanks to Korean health care

the entire crisis was only physically terrifying...

not financially.