On Sundays, my neighborhood acquires a carnival-like atmosphere, as people from all over Seoul flock to these streets in search of discount designer clothing and cheap knock-offs. My only day off has become a glorious ritual of reading in the coffeeshop, writing postcards, sampling the extraordinary street food, exploring another corner of my neighborhood, snapping photos and shopping for household wares.
On alternate Sundays, I am a tourist. 100% and without apology. I meet friends on the other side of this enormous city to share meals and beers and laughs and ex-pat commiserating while we take in the sights and sounds of this amazing, fascinating place. On Sundays, I say this a lot: “Holy shit, I live in ASIA!” On Sundays, I laugh. A lot. On Sundays, I feel unequivocally present, absolutely free and magically alive. On Sundays, I see that I am truly blessed. Read the rest of this entry »