Unfortunately, these posts are coming a bit later in my travels, but you want to hear the words in my head, don’t you? Rather than just the sights I see? DON’T YOU?
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Anyway, back to the series.
I have never seen this before. And I am elated.
Pill: 50 cents. A night without digestive pain: priceless.
Thank you, Lighthouse Ice Cream for blowing my mind (and not my stomach).
Hi.
I’m now in sunny Southern California.
If you’ve been following me, you’ll realize I was on a plane for three 10-hour-long trips within a week. 
I spent a few days in Australia, came back home to Seoul for a day, and then flew for another 10 hours to the Golden State. The Fourth of July weekend was spent with some incredible women, most of whom I met for the very first time, as we celebrated a woman I’ve known for almost my entire life. Now the last few days have been spent in the City of Angels, as I catch up with other family and friends whom I love.
Thus far, I think I’ve had the conversation explaining why I left journalism at least ten times. I expect to repeat myself many times more.
However, I’ve also conversed with a man who wants to start a wave of Korean-American history awareness, an architect who has the success anyone would crave but chooses not to claim it, a tour guide who failed to achieve his dream of architecture but made art his muse, an ardent supporter of North Korea’s first privately funded university, a deputy director for the Ready for Hillary PAC and of course, the most loving and loyal friends I’ve ever had.
These conversations haven’t shaped a future path for me just yet. Right now, they’re pushing and expanding and opening my heart so that I can begin to grasp how big this world is and the hearts of you who support me in this state of uncertainty.
Innae Park 