HSH
home, sweet home.
Being at home made me realize how much I love being home.
Yes, while I was away, I was dreaming of a life away from home, away from the parentals, away from the societal expectations of Confucius-influenced South Korea, away from the materialistic circle of Seoul City. A glamorous life in the “real” City- New York. Work, parties, cosmopolitans, cramped apartments, no (or much less) judgmental acquaintances, being independent and free…
But here I am, and I don’t want to leave. I love every aspect of it. Even the parts that I hated. Even the values of the New World (oh, the United States of America) that I admire—the freedom, the individuality, the multiculturalism—is not enough to make me spend the rest of my life away from home. God is always right. He gave me a job back in Korea. God is so good. I love You.
When I’m a liiiitle bit more mature and ready to be away from my nest, I will go back to the U.S. of A and re-visit my thirst for individuality. I’m not ready for that just yet. I still need the comforting love of my family to be with me, physically, mentally, emotionally, literally, by my side.
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