Thursday, May 2

A BASKIN ROBBINS SUMMER (Part IX (wow, can you believe it? part 9??? i had no idea it would take this long to tell a simple story) of ? (probably 15-20) Please start from Part I, below)

I didn’t want to leave my grandmother, because she really did look like she was going to miss me. I really had not done much of anything for her, other than keeping her company. I had given her an ear, argued with her, slept in her room, and read while she was sleeping for a week. I left her a couple of the sketches that she didn’t think were any good. She cried a bit, and I…I guess I did too. (I’m turning out to be quite unstable emotionally, no? It is the Korean side of the Korean-American in me)

I finally gave my aunt a hug, and climbed behind my uncle on the little red scooter.

The rice paddies flew by in what seemed like seconds, and we came to a cluster of small buildings. The local store and various other small businesses were situated here. I bowed good-bye to my uncle, at which he nodded. He then shook my hand, and swung his leg over the scooter. He left as he came, put-put-putting, a lone figure on a little scooter, disappearing into the distance.

Several hours later, a bus rolled to a stop in front of me and I got in. As I leaned back against the chair, I thought about the past week. I loved the farm and my time there. I felt like a new person. It felt as though my entire experience in Korea had just climaxed. Nothing could be as beautiful as the waterfalls, nothing as emotionally taxing as staying with my grandmother for a week. I glanced at my watch. Four hours to Seoul. I pulled out my East of Eden.


yakob at 10:28 AM

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