I’d get comments later about being stuck in S Korea because of Covid. They would leave me a little confused, taken off-guard and even the tiniest bit offended. I was never “stuck”. The only place I would be “stuck” from was Japan next door. Other than that, I doubt I would have left the country …
Life kept on keeping on with the foster pups. Pebble, Sofia and Summer where the superstars of June. Shit, even I was even starting to look like a dalmatian when the bruising from my ITP started acting up. It happened from time to time and, even though I was keeping my platelet count monitored, it …
Pict of Pebble by Zen Yoon My month started with a delectable man in my bed during the blissful time of a new relationship. Beautifully sad, though, since I knew from day one that it wouldn’t last forever. Still, I was able to take it for what it was and appreciate it. There …
May 2021 – My routine life on a beautiful subtropical volcanic vacation island. Read More »
I took the bus by myself for the first time and didn’t even get lost! I would plenty of times later but it was a big victory in the moment. One of the reasons I wanted to move to Jeju was because I was inspired by the mermaids of the island, the haenyeo. They were …
May 2020 – Jeju Island. Hot, humid lovely and too damn dusty! Read More »
I took the bus by myself for the first time and didn’t even get lost! I would plenty of times later but it was a big victory in the moment. One of the reasons I wanted to move to Jeju was because I was inspired by the mermaids of the island, the haenyeo. They were …
May 2020 – Jeju Island. Hot, humid lovely and too damn dusty! Read More »
Whoo-whoo! I made it to March. Man did it feel like a month of goodbyes right from the start. Before saying farewell to Nor Cal, I ran down the list of “before I leave” and “things that I haven’t done yet” starting with Rupert’s Donner Pass-themed party. Great fun though a bit odd in that …
The kids were gone but every noise made it feel as if they were still in the hall coming to me and I had dreams about them for three nights. It was even a bit of a relief to find an excuse to stay in that small, plain hotel room of cream walls, maroon curtains …
Leaving such awesome friends in London was sad. Especially after an endearing dinner for Emma’s dad’s birthday at a tapas restaurant with her amazing family, which consisted of a shy and quiet younger brother, Scottish father’s thickly-accented teasing, her friendly Welsh mother and honorary aunt (mum’s long-time bestie) who I was tempted to plan a …
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