The only thing that I truly miss about my sentence there was the time I spent with my fellow prison mates (sorry freudian slip, I meant colleagues). They were so great! There were 10 of us living in the same building and we would hang out and we played tennis, went to the gym together, griped about work, and just hung out. They were especially wonderful during the time my father died. A painful time in my life but I thank all the beings in the world: supernatural and all that they were there at that time. I couldn't have grown stronger through that time without them....
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Anjung Reflections.
Well...I spent one year in this little hole of a town called Anjung in South Korea. I had a nice apartment but I was not so enamored by the surroundings. I lived next to a rice field and was surrounded by the countryside. Trust me, it wasn't romantic. Anyone who knows me knows that I hate being one with nature. My idea of camping is to find the closest place outside with Internet access and/or being able to hook up a TV. Hence being in the backyard of my home in Canada would suffice. Also, the place was so small that their idea of a downtown consisted of one road, which after 2 years in Paris and a year in England, seemed excessive. So after my year was up, I packed up and left!
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