back from a wonderful trip to china and south korea. there was tons to see and do, sensory overload really. we traveled only to the big cities, shanghai, beijing, Seoul, and Busan so there were people everywhere. yes, i live in downtown denver, but it doesn't even come close to comparing to these big cities. people everywhere, people doing weird things everywhere i turned my head. there were men spitting, women too, vendors asking to buy their ware, grown women holding hands, 3 people on a bicycle, huge stacks of glass bottles on the back of scooters and all of us trying to share a 5 foot wide sidewalk. personal space is a luxury.
and i was a foreigner in the midst of my birth place. you can't blame me for holding the country and it's people at arms length, the only thing connecting me is a small word on my passport. place of birth: korea.
some adoptees have a desire deep within them to meet their birth mother. they want answers to health questions or answers for their anger or just to feel the connection a mother and child feel or to say thank you. it's been thirty some years and that desire has not been placed on my heart. maybe someday, i'll need answers, maybe after i have children of my own and something awakens within me. and so for now i will whisper my thank you into a denver night, hoping someone halfway across the world can hear me.
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