Important Days...

I think I missed the big day... My six month anniversary! Can you believe it? Six months in Seoul! It feels funny because the amount of time I have left on my contract is shorter than the amount of time I've been here. My goodness...

However, there are a few other big days I want to highlight...

First, the Fourth of July is coming and this will be my first Independence Day outside of the country. I love the Fourth of July, it is easily one of my favorite holidays. So, I will definitely be wearing red, white and blue this Friday! I'll find my own way to celebrate!

Second, and more important than the others... My dad's birthday! I really miss my dad. When I went home a few weeks ago, we'd find odd times to just sit and talk. I'd wake up early because I was still on Korean time and he'd be up stretching. We'd end up sitting in the office until he had to go to work. Another time, I went to lunch at the clubhouse and was sitting out on the secluded porch, but he found me and we'd talk for an hour or two. While my mom is without a doubt, one of my best friends, I really am beginning to think that I am secretly a daddy's girl.

Maybe not so secretly... It's just that I think most everything about my dad is really cool. I like his stories, his music, his jokes, his advice, his artwork, his movies, (most of) his books... And as I get older I find myself adopting more and more of his favorite as my favorites. I'm sure some shrink could come up with a complex theory about my subconscious and some deep need to garner parental favor, but I think it is far more simple than that. My did is just really great and the more I grow up, the more I realize he's been that way all along!

And let me add one more story... If only because I don't ever want to forget it. When I arrived home a few weeks ago I met my mom at the house. Dad was at work, but we planned on meeting him for lunch at the clubhouse. After chatting with mom, we were running ahead of schedule and drove over to meet him at his office. It was a new office I'd never seen, so I climbed the stairs not sure where I was going. But, I heard my dad's voice and peaked around the corner. I didn't want to interrupt his conversation with one of his staff, I just wanted to wave and let him know I was there when he was ready to go. But, he saw me and stopped his conversation mid-sentence. His whole face looked happy. His face went from night to day. He smiled, he bounced. And I was so so so happy to see my dad. It was my favorite part of my entire trip home.


I don't think my pops reads this blog, but just in case... Happy Birthday Dad! You're the best!