Stephanie in Suwon

First of all, I’m an ass. Just wanted to get that one out of the way. My upkeep with my writing has been, as of late, disgustingly absent and guiltily back-burner-ed. Life has been getting in the way, so what else is new. It’s all suffering, my journal, my blog, even the articles I’ve been writing for the Korean Herald have not been given the attention I wish to devote to them. Writing in Korea has been something that has greatly contributed to me not losing my fucking patience/mind/will to live (at times). Therefore. I am making a five-month-into-the-new-year resolution: I will henceforth be giving the aforementioned prose a little more tender loving care, with the idea being to allow myself a little more “me” time, something I’ve also been lacking as of late. And speaking of late….since when did it get to be May? Spring is in full swing here in Korea and with reports of my hometown being swathed in snow, I am welcoming this season with open arms. Spring is by far my favorite season, ...

I’m working it out. I’m sorting through it. It being the gong show that is my life and wondering how I got this far without actually having a clue as to what the fuck I’m doing. I look around at the insanity of Korea and sometimes I want to explode from frustration. Other times I look around and acknowledge with a wry smile that this place, right now, is the perfect embodiment of how I am feeling about my life these days. Today is one of those days. Today started out the way every Sunday should, with no alarm clocks going off and a slow swim up out of sleep that ended with me groggily looking at the clock and watching the hour of ten pass into the hour of eleven. It continued with me rolling into my biggest, most comfortable sweatshirt and climbing onto the bus that took me into Gangnam, into Seoul, where I sipped coffee and meandered through streets lined with carts selling everything from deep-fried squid to knock-off Dior, Prada and Chanel. I slipped into the subway and headed for a...