reading #cryinginhmart always makes me want to eat Korean food.
maybe it’s just I miss some memories unintentionally that the book reminds me of – about I stayed in Korea as a foreign student for one year three years ago, all the experiences and the bonds I once had with the people there. and I’m grateful that some of those bonds are still lasting.
thank you, dear Michelle, I can’t express all the magical and emotional moments that I could relate to so much while reading it within the limited words here (my mom’s same words said as your mother’s like “don’t shake your leg, it’ll shake the luck out”; the childhood I want to recall; the rebellious teenage time when I was with my parents; their first visit in my renting apartment after I graduated from college and started my first job; the struggle of figuring out the self-identity and the path ahead; the grief of losing someone essential in life; the language barrier I also once wanna break so desperately to connect; the lyrics of your music I found in the book; so many familiar Korean dish names that remind me I was shared before, too…). It’s been a great companion during this COVID time to feel connected, to reconnect to the memories of my own in retrospect and the place I can’t revisit in a long time.
beautiful and honest memoir. thank you for letting me walk into your world, staying there memorizing your mother and weeping for a while with you. hope you can come to Asia tour again in the future. sending love! 💕