(how i had considered not coming back to Korea, if only my knitting and books weren't here)

Back in Seoul, not even the whisper of an argument from Korean immigration about my lost alien registration. Yena, U Young-Hee 샘, mini-me (I'm almost sad, she was such a constant in my life) gone for the new year. Park Mi-Ran back in my life. Taught winter camp this morning, two students (the sweetest of the sweet) came. I showed them pictures of Vietnam and took them out for pizza afterwards, wasn't capable of anything else. My first day back, and I've already been invited to the mountain. The mountain! With I-LOVE-GOLF and the immovable force. I have nothing to wear, but (suddenly!) so many purses.