Lost Seoul

ABOUT ME

 

Here are the basics thus far.

 

I was born in Seoul, South Korea in 1987.

I was adopted to a family in NY in 1988.

I am the youngest of three.

My two older siblings are both biological to our parents.

I went to Catholic school from ages 3 to 21.

I am no longer religiously affiliated whatsoever.

I wanted to be a Marine Biologist.

I wanted to be a Veterinarian.

I wanted to be a Writer.

I wanted to be an English Professor.

I wanted to be a Social Worker.

I have a Bachelor's in Social Work and Writing.

I have a Master's in Communication Arts.

I specialized in Computer Graphics & Interactive Media.

I have yet to really put either degree to use.

I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life.

 

 

Here are some basics about my adoption journey thus far.

 

I began the search in 2007.

It included writing an open-ended letter to my bio. mom.

I didn't hear anything back for four years.

I contacted the agency again in 2011.

My paper work and request had gotten lost in the shuffle.

There was still no real information to be given.

Towards the end of 2013, I filled out a petition.

It went to KAS, Korea Adoption Services.

I had to write a letter that I put off for a long time.

I received minimal information in 2014.

A few months ago (as of Nov 2014), I wrote to G.O.A.L. for help.

I am still in the process of sending information.

 

 

Here are some other random, but pertinent basics, thus far.

 

I never used to want to go to Korea.

I never used to want anything to do with Korea.

I hated being Korean.

I hated being different.

I wanted to be white, like everyone in my life.

I made racist jokes at my expense.

I laughed when people said things like, "Ching chong ting tong."

I laughed when people said, "Me love you long time!"

I used to wish and pray for blue eyes and blonde hair.

In the past two years, I've started teaching myself Korean cooking.

I went to my first Korean restaurant in 2013.

I made the decision that I want to go to Korea.

I just don't know for how long or how to get there yet.

I do not laugh at racist jokes anymore.

I am not afraid of speak out against racism and microaggressions.

I am not afraid to identify as an Asian American woman.

I am not afraid to talk about adoption.

I am not afraid anymore.