Chubby Chick Running

2010 was one of my worst years ever. At the end of January 2011, some of my closest friends left Korea. I was heartbroken and in need of some peace, quiet and serious soul searching. Luckily there was a long weekend (Lunar New Year) at the beginning of February, so I set about trying to find a quiet and inexpensive place to go.

For the past 25 years, I have been starting my mornings with a cup of coffee. I'm pretty much addicted to my first cup in the morning and a few more during the day. I also like the socialness that comes with it. Many a new friendship / relationship has started with the words: "Let's have coffee sometime".

I have a confession: I am an addict. I didn't know that I was an addict until I came to Korea.

Bling is everything in Korea. Little girls walk around with bright, sparkling headbands. Old women wear bows and shiny pins and even the poodles get their nails painted and their ears dyed pink.

"The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret to freedom is courage." -Thucydides In a way leaving Korea means leaving behind a lot of my freedom.