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Last Days

Seems like everyone else is moving on, including myself.

Sorry for the little break. I’ve been occupied ever since mi amor has been back in town. I won’t spoil any of your minds with the details but it has been fun

A little over two weeks ago, we set out on our roadtrip across America. Of course, the parents were thrilled that I would be traversing across america with a boy, sleeping in hotels and camping together…. (wait our daughter is grown up?? she was suppose to wait until she got married!) Ah, the cruel cruel truth.

So it has been mostly a mini adventure. Vegas, Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, Mt Rushmore, Des Moines, Chicago, Detroit, (well Detroit suburbs) and now syracuse…

Click on the picture above if you want to see more. I am tempted to say this is how Des Moines looks like, but this was a living history farms museums exhibit I went. Only in Iowa, the land of corn, can one see a living history farm exhibit.

Midwest America was the most fun. I mean, where else in this country can you get stared at as a foreigner? It’s funnier when Alex and I walk next to asian families. Then the whispering and the “shame onto your family” stare comes into effect.

I’ll chalk it up to taking a year off from the strenuous dealings of school. (yes UCI was HARD) I have a work visa in one hand and limited savings in another. I’m not taking the traditional “college and then the grad,med,dent,marriage,law plan. but I have never been one to follow anybody’s lead. Although Canada wasn’t in the original plan, I am rather excited about the prospect of actually furthering my french.

We had a taste of the border the other day, crossing from Detroit to get to the Canadian side of the Niagara falls. (btw Bora and Sandy, MUCH MUCH prettier than the American side.) From the border patrol officers who tossed up my car to the “pop”, EVERYTHING and EVERYONE was billingual. Which the boyfriend is totally psyched about. Me, not so much. But it is a relief knowing that I could switch to english when my poor brain gets taxed from remembering which conjugation goes with what. (Il mange…? tu viens? je suis?) But knowing how the Canadians respond to Americans, I’ll attempt to speak more french, or when stuck revert to korean.

Au revoir until next time.

from canada..