Korean Farewell It has now been over a week since I left South Korea. In that time I have aggressively reunited with my friends–the type of partying you would expect in New Orleans and Baton Rouge after 7 months apart–exhausted Bumble and Tinder swipes, drove my vehicle around town solely because I could, and
https://www.gofundme.com/airfareforattractivelady Below is the actual content from the gofundme page, if you didn’t feel clicking the link. …. (Photo explanation: This is a photo of my best friend in Korea, Henry. He is the son of my two American friends, Darin and Libby. I use this picture to illustrate the severity of the current situation
I’ve been sitting for a few minutes thinking about the best way to preface this short list. I’m struggling. I’ve typed and deleted several hundred words and four South Korean jets have flown over the apartment since I sat down. … I’m struggling because I don’t want to contradict myself. I’ve been working very hard
This won’t be an ode. Not per the actual definition, anyways. I can’t form lyrics and poems are hard. Tribute below (culturally/grammatically flawed): I’ve been here for nearly a month. That is a long time. Certain people have endeared themselves to me. The views and the sounds are things I look forward to every day.
“You don’t know a good thing until it is gone.” I’ve heard people say that before. Usually they’re distressed country singers or hipsters looking for traction on Instagram. It seems to be grounded in some pretty sound logic, though. Basically, don’t overlook something that is right in front of you. Don’t take things for granted.
This is a post I wrote awhile back for a former blog endeavor. I was in my hotel gym today and a nice looking Asian couple came in and completed an intense, synchronized type lift. I was both impressed and envious. It reminded me of this post. Below is an edited, updated version of what