the road

This is the street I grew up on riding my bike wind through my hair back and forth. This was a time when days seemed to last forever sunlight never fading late into the night to be awoken again to …

alleyways

My local life in Korea. The alley beside my apartment proved to be a constant of change. New shops and restaurants would replace those soon to be forgotten. 

routine

“Korea? Why?” “Do you speak Korean?” “Do you know anyone who lives there?” “North or South?” These are the questions I became used to as I prepared to move to a country that I really didn’t know anything about. It …