Thanksgiving...

My boyfriend's parents invited me to have a dinner with them on Thanksgiving day. (My boyfriend, of course wasn't there since he is pursuing a master's degree in Japan)

Surrounded by love and thankfulness I should have been happy, but I could not help but feel sad...it hit me, as I was plating mashed potato onto a plate adorned with Mexican patterns on the edge of a kitchen table, that I was unable to celebrate any of major holidays with my family.

The more I think about my future after graduating college with an Art Degree, my heart gravitates towards the possibility of moving back to Korea. To feel loved by those who are equal and not being a minority would be a nice change...

I, like every college seniors, have not solidified any future plans and living in Korea for a while might guide me to the right direction of my next move.

Ironically , my boyfriend, whom I have been with for two years, will be coming back to the states. Am I ready for another dreadful year of long distance relationship?

What should I do?

Humm...

Well, I should be working on my thesis but I've decided to start a blog. Terrible timing, but nothing ever starts with the right timing.

So, little bit about me.

Remembering the lost exuberant energy that my father had destroyed with his apathetic nature, I packed my life in a suitcase and left Korea. The process of adaptation is always an arduous task since it involves alteration of some sort, physically or psychologically. For a fourteen-year-old, introverted and insecure girl, the process of being absorbed into a new culture was nothing but painful.

We often consolidate an immigrant with major port cities such as Los Angeles or New York City so it seems plausible that the commencement of my American life had started in New York City. However, it all started at the whimsical state called, Maine. Like with every new beginning, everything was romantic. Even the banality of eggs-for- breakfast caused butterflies in my stomach. However, after the honeymoon phase had worn off, I was overwhelmed with frustrations and loneliness. After spending a miserable year in the boarding school, I had decided to transfer to a smaller catholic school in New York City. Filled with felicitous hopes, I left Maine.

The Catholic school was not just an ordinary catholic school; it was U ______ Greek Catholic School. As it turned out the majority of students were from U______ and P_____ and I was the only Asian student in this small catholic school. Before I knew it, I was sitting in the cold wooden pews singing U_____ hymns every Monday morning and singing traditional U____ songs at U______ festivals. Though I was enthusiastically partaking opportunities to be accepted by the community, I was always left behind...

Ok, this pretty much sums up my adolescent life in the states and I should really go to bed since it's 3 am and I need to wake up early...