La Patria

This photo was an accident, but it ended up being my favorite of the bunch.
I’ll be leaving Korea in February and returning to the States; I’m having a lot of mixed feelings about this major transition in my life, as I’ve been here for seven years.  I have a strong community and roots here, but I don’t feel like my work is having any impact on anyone, and that’s not why I became a teacher.  I’m homeward bound in less than a year; moving toward half of the people I love and away from the other half.  Toward my motherland (la matria?) where my blood and my heart lie, and away from so many people who have a huge place in my heart.  Talk about change. 

As an aside, I took this photo at 6:00 am next to a temple, and a monk saw me in my skivvies, sooooo… that happened.
See who else is changing…
Sinful Sunday


In this photo, taken months ago, I was waiting in bed for The Texan to come over and thought it would be fun to send him a quick shot.  

Having dropped him at the airport yesterday morning and knowing I won’t see him again for another year and a half, I’m waiting again… this time for a long time.  For the thrill of his giant hands on my tiny body, his lips pressed against mine, the reassuring way he wraps his arms around me, the dirty whispers in my ear, the love that radiates out of him.  I’m a strong broad, but it’s going to be a rough holiday without him.

I don’t think my heart can handle any more dating in a country where the people I meet are so transient.  It’s beautiful outside; the air is crisp and clear (despite being next to China), the sky bright and sunny.  But my insides are bleak mid-winter.

Sinful Sunday