Snickers and I called my father to tell him about the success of our Grand Open Party and he was happy. Not happy enough to want to come to Korea but happy.
Nine years... one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
Nine years and he has yet to come see what's become of my life. I can understand him being comfortable and set in his ways and I can even understand him being overly attached to his house because it holds my mom's memories and now she's gone, but I can't understand why he has yet to come. Snickers reminded him of our plan -- we're going to buy him a plane ticket here. It's up to him if he'll use it or not but we will be buying it.
Every year and a half I've been traveling back to Canada to visit friends and family but I've decided to stop that for possibly a couple of years. I know Canada but they don't know Korea. Asia royally kicks Canada's butt and when I think of the massive cluster of beautiful countries around here you could visit and just how awesome it is here, I am quick to convince myself I'll never leave.
I've made a really good life for myself here and when I call my father and he tells me all about the troubles and news in Canada, I can't help but be more than happy I am here. Not too long ago I read about a young man who went missing after he let someone test drive his truck; it was terrible news but I've been hearing more and more about these terrible situations. Consequently, my father has become somewhat of a worry-wart, always cautioning me about taking extra safety measures and whatnot. My father has lived his share of years and in his time he's seen a lot change as have I too. Having said that though, Korea feels somewhat behind in the times when it comes to the terrible drama and crime that apparently is all too common news in Canada and America. Sometimes it honestly scares me, the thought of going back to Canada and becoming a part of a picture my friends and family have portrayed to be ugly and scary.
Korea feels like it's own little bubble world and I feel safe here. I have a large 12-room apartment that is well under-priced and oversized compared to what most live in. And then there's the situation with my boxing club -- this foreign country has made it possible for my dreams to come true. I found the man of my dreams in Korea as well as the job of my dreams and it'd be really nice to be able to share this with family and friends back in Canada.
2 comments:
I hear ya Amy! I love it here and its hard for others to grasp the sphere of safety that we are blessed to live in here
Hi Megan ;)
Ya, they have absolutely NO idea! I told my dad that it wasn't until 4 months after living in my house that I started to lock my door. When he asked me why I didn't do it before I told him it's because the landlord forgot to give me the key and I just didn't get around to asking him for it... hahaha.
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