I grew up pouring over paperback ghost stories, eating fruit rollups after school, and reading Anne Frank’s diary in bed. I remember telling myself that I really needed to write in my journal because it would be very important to other 11 year olds in the future. In elementary school, I used to write in huge block characters, in Korean. It was serious business! Case in point, I wrote this particular entry when I was 8 years old, and it’s all about how I had missed some days of writing in my journal but that I was determined to keep it up in the future:
I told myself I’d give up most things I couldn’t carry to New York, but I couldn’t quite throw away my old journals or other little knickknacks. So I have a couple boxes on its way to be stored in the west coast. I joked to Taurin that I needed the “I left my heart in San Francisco” t-shirt. I’m excited about planning our California wedding–a grand reunion of things/people I love. It’d be nice to have something like these beds, a big open kitchen, a place for all my books, and lots of house plants. One day!
Until then, I’m focusing on New York: indulging myself in simple pleasures (or occasional over-consumption) and spending time with new and old friends. I’ve also learned to cook small meals for myself, very much inspired by Ai’s mantra: you are what you eat. Tomorrow, my friends and I headed off to Queens for a day of eating. And before it gets too cold, I’m hoping to organize a pie picnic on Central Park. I’m starting to really love autumn in New York!
“A certain darkness is needed to see the stars.” – Osho.