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
“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.
27 Years, 27 Reasons Why I Love My Mother (Nancy) I just turned 27 years old! That sucks. … I want to be 16 again. That’s how I’m feeling. I want to be breaking curfew, sneaking away from home. I want to be telling my mom I’m going to study down the street with