My Seoul Series has come to an end, but the memories will live on.
Even though South Korea is my Motherland, I felt like I was visiting as a true foreigner. Spending the majority of my life in Canada has me in a peculiar position of straddling two cultures, yet not belonging entirely in either. Although I was able to relate on a surface level to the people, the food, and the general sense of being Korean, it was still like I didn’t quite belong, and so many things felt strange to me.
The frenetic pace that everyone moves in, the ridiculous traffic, the smoggy air, the sheer number of people, how thin they all are… it’s like being in a different world. We were there to have fun, to unwind, and to eat a ton of good food – which we did in spades. But what we ultimately ended up with was an experience that truly opened our eyes and gave us a chance to experience a culture that our blood belongs to as independent adults. It’s a place our parents still hold dear in their hearts, a place they would tell their own stories about, a place that still felt far away because those stories weren’t our own. But now we can start our own stories, piece together what Korea means to us in our hearts, and maybe one day we’ll share them with our children and grandchildren.
Until then, I’d like to close the series with a random collection of photos that immortalize a moment in time. And yes, they are truly random.
Freelance technical writer and graphics communicator based in Calgary, Alberta. Bacon-eating dog lover; devoted wife to geeky husband; good listener and bookworm. Loves movie dates and Korean BBQ's.
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