Clean Teeth, Fresh Start

I just got back from the dentist. Check out that shiny grill!

Also, I would like you to take note of the distinct lack of Korea in this picture. No neon. No bling. No fruit vendors. No 5 year old student grabbing my boob. Just me. On my stairs. In my home. With very clean teeth.

They (the ubiquitous 'they') say that return culture shock is often more jarring than the initial culture shock of inhabiting a new country. This has never been the case for me. After each jump across a pond or leap into a foreign land, coming back to Portland is like slipping my bare feet into those red ballet flats that are both very comfortable and very me. That's home isn't it? The place where you feel very comfortable and very you?

I will miss Korea, but I'm not one to look back. I'll tuck her lessons and memories into that little pocket in my heart behind the left atrium. And then I will jump, leap, or walk towards some new locale where my curiosity can once again have her field day.