Korea and Back
There’s no real way to start this post. My time in Korea was short. I was there for two and a half days, barely enough time to do anything let alone meet my mother for the first time.
The initial meeting was tough for me. As excited as I was to meet her for the first time, it was hard swallowing the truth-the truth that she IS my mother, but we don’t know each other. There was no feeling of an automatic connection, there was only our words. In a way it was sad. For so long, I always felt that there would be this electric connection between the two of us-something that would forever connect us to each other. In the end, I had to tell myself that despite our blood ties, we still need to get to know each other. In the end I knew it would be hard. It was even harder saying good bye after meeting her only hours ago.
I can’t say much more now because it has taken me so long to figure out how to say what I just said. All I can say is that I’m happy she and my family are in my life, and that I can get to know them better. I wish I could say more, and I’m sorry that I’ve left so many of you “hanging.” I learned some pretty hard truths while I was there which I am still trying to process, and I’m not sure where to begin. I’ll write more as soon as I am able. -GS