I am on a bus going into Seoul from Incheon airport. I have already had to adjust to the culture and body block an older woman from cutting in front of me to buy a bus ticket.
It smells like kimchi on the bus and I am enveloped in sounds of a language I barely know anything about. Yet as the other two times I have been to Korea, I feel a sense of calm and peace even though I have no clue as to what people are saying to me.
Somewhere in my memory must be a time when I felt safe though I was not yet fluent in the language.
So I am on my way to see a friend I have only met a handful of times since we were 8/9 years old, but with whom I share an experience – of being adopted from Korea. The years have passed as letters were exchanged, emails sent, facebooked and with sharing our stories of life so far.
Now we reunite again in the land of our birth…
More to come –
-T
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