Our Dirty Little Secret

As I stare at another great American tragedy in the headlines, 

I ask myself, 

"Why?"  

Why do people say to those of us in South Korea, 

"Come home!  You aren't safe!"

We aren't safe? 

Come home?  

Do you watch the news in the US?  

What exactly about living there is safe?

What is it you want us to come home to 

that will be better for us?  

Is it the:

• lack of jobs? 
• poor wages?
• high cost of living?
• lack of vacation time?
• absence of safe, affordable and reliable public transportation?
• over priced graduate schools?
• crippling education debt?
• lack of access to adequate affordable health care?
• a realistic fear of being shot or assaulted by your students?
• the overwhelming chance to be harassed or sued by students parents?
• fear of being assaulted in our homes?
• fear of being shot in the streets or at large events?
• restricted access to over priced birth control?
• staggering cost of giving birth in a country with an infant mortality rate close to 3rd world levels? 

(this list can go on for ages so I will just stop here)

Is this what you want for us?

To leave behind a theoretically "unsafe" life,

to return to a truly unsafe one?

Because here is the dirty little secret

we don't want to tell you:

Living in South Korea

is the first time many of us 

have ever felt safe.

No, we are not stupid.

We know that something could happen someday.

But dealing with someday is better than dealing directly 

with the impact of an extensively violent culture

while sitting around your house employed

and drowning in massive debt.

So if you love us, just say,

"We love you.

We miss you miss you.

We worry about you."

But don't say, 

"Come home!  You aren't safe!"

Because,

1. It's simply is not true.

2. Even if it were true, 

coming home wouldn't improve our odds.

Reservations

Two years have brought many changes.

My interests are more focused,

More and more time is spent at home,

and I find myself wanting to become 

a part the world around me

and not just an observer.

No, I'm not "signing" off blogging.

I've just decided to branch out and turn

 The Expat Table 

into it's own thing.

My local community 

loves the food,

loves the recipes,

and loves the idea of sharing a table.

It's time the project stood on its own two feet. 

 In fact, since I have a private tutor right now,

I'm using the opportunity to become proficient

at explaining the culinary arts in Korean.

Last week I spent two hours explaining

the ins-and-outs of Spanish Korean Fusion food.

Funny how I can't explain the weather, 

but can easily discuss the details of curing fish.

So, in summery I'm NOT 

giving up blogging on Chasing Tales.

I'm just refining the conversation.

If you are interested in following my food adventure,

or reserving A Chair At The Table

just join me at the

The Expat Table

we always have room for one more.