Playlist 09

Popping back in to share the latest mix of songs I’ve been loving with all of you! What with a busy start to the summer, I know it’s been a while since I shared a playlist. These are all songs I’ve been adding since late April, and a lot of these were playing in my headphones while we drove all over Korea. I mentioned Ashe’s new-ish track “Choirs” on Instastories a while ago; if you like her sound, I highly recommend listening to her new album The Rabbit Hole in its entirety — it’s a great mix of songs from an up and coming artist I love!

You can listen to the playlist here; I suggest putting it on shuffle and letting it do its thing! All songs from my 2018 playlists can be found here, if you need more, more, more. ;)


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Postcards from Korea

windy hill geoje

Oh hai. I’m back from jet lag, and yes, I mean what I just wrote. After two weeks in Korea, I landed back in the States the Monday before the Fourth of July, but it took until the following Monday until I felt like a normal, functioning human again — at least as far as sleep was concerned.

That is to say: this trip was a whopper, you guys. It’s going to take me a long time to process everything I saw, experienced, felt, and learned. I’m not quite feeling ready to talk about the more personal aspects in detail online yet (don’t feel bad; I’ve also been avoiding social interaction with everyone except Joe because I don’t feel ready even in real life), but I know I will write about it all at some point. More on that at the end of the post. For now, just know the trip was really good, the reunion was successful, and I’m doing okay. Some days I burst into tears. It’s all a process.

Today I thought I’d share a bunch of photos I took throughout the trip. There are a lot of events that I didn’t photograph, so busy were we doing crazy activities like learning self-defense at a Korean police academy, teaching fifth graders how to play charades, or wandering through underground tunnels dug by North Koreans. But for the times I brought out my fancy new camera, here’s what I was seeing:

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Origin Story: Part IV

A packing list, of sorts.

The first time I ever went to France, I burned out my curling iron on the very first day. I’d left it to heat while changing clothes, readying myself for a romantic Parisian night out on the town, and pop—a bright, tiny firework burst out of the socket, scaring Joe and me half to death and leaving a distinctive, singed smell in our room which lasted the whole next day. Both the socket and the curling iron were dead. The fact that I had an adapter of course did not matter, and the fact that I had purchased said adapter at a Radio Shack (a Radio Shack!) the day before the trip should tell you how prepared I wasn’t for hair styling à la Française. I seem to recall the salesperson being very confused, the words dual voltage never coming up as he lay a slew of plugs before me, unsure of what would work in Europe.

So, I bought a new flat iron last weekend, one which promises to lock out South Korea’s inevitable humidity, and has the proper voltage so as not to burn down any of my Korean accommodations. It’s one of the many things I wrote on a shopping list a few weeks ago, when I began the tangible part of my trip preparations (the mental preparations in effect since January, at least in theory).

On the list? Puffy stickers of animals and flowers, needed for two classes of school children we’ll visit in the city of Pohang one afternoon. A small umbrella, in case of any monsoons (’tis the season over there). A travel steamer—dual voltage, of course!—to undo whatever 13-hour flights and two weeks in a suitcase does to your clothes. New duds also made the list, naturally. Korea will be warm, in the high 80s, but everyone has warned that the humidity will feel oppressive. I keep thinking given my childhood in Texas, I’ll know what to expect, but no, it’s different there they say. So I bought a few new dresses, skirts, and summery sleeveless tops—all the lightweight things a wardrobe in San Francisco has little use for.

I’ve tackled the list methodically, steadily, some items easy to find and overnight with the godsend that is Amazon Prime. Others having taken longer to procure. The one which took the longest—not for lack of product availability or expedited shipping rates—was a gift.

For my birth mother. View more