It’s been a whirlwind since I left China. At least, that’s what it feels like to me. I’ve been pretty sick for almost three weeks, so my energy levels are low and I’ve been sleeping a lot.
I met Mom at the hostel after riding the train for more than an hour. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, but with two full backpacks and two huge suitcases, it was a struggle. It also didn’t help that Mom wasn’t checking or responding to her e-mail, and when I showed up to the hostel, she was nowhere to be found.
Mom’s been doing really in Korea without Dad. I feel like I’ve been dragging her down into my slump because she’s always wanting to walk around, watch people, and just experience the culture. I, on the other hand, want to sleep in the hostel all day.
After meeting my birthmother, we went out to lunch with the translator and got to know each-other a little bit better. She’s a kind, gentle woman, who thanked Mom so many times for raising me so well. She touched me and patted my back all day. Everyone said that I had her cheeks and nose, but she told me that I have my father’s eyes.
Then we met up again for dinner, where I met a lot of the family, including my grandmother. We were treated to a beautiful traditional Korean dinner. I was really proud of Mom for trying so many new dishes: some she liked, many she didn’t. Earlier that day, we found that she wasn’t the best with chopsticks (Korean chopsticks are even harder to use because they’re flat and metal), so we got her a fork.
At dinner, when we couldn’t understand each-other, we smiled, nodded, and spoke with body gestures. Even though we can’t speak the same language (yet), words weren’t always needed. Just being able to spend time with my Korean family. who was so welcoming and loving, was worth it.
Tonight, we’re going to the Seoul Tower to take in a night view of the city.