Nationless

I’ve been ruminating over this post for well over a year now. Three continents, four countries, and a circumnavigation of the world later, it’s still on my mind. At some point, I became nationless. I am not English (or Korean, or Indian, or Chilean, or Italian). I am not “American,” either. This is the product…

There Are No Lemons In Korea

I have a few simple phrases that get me by, all gleaned from the travels that have taken me from one corner of the Earth to another. The first time I traveled abroad alone was back in 2007. I was so nervous that I puked in Denver International Airport’s concourse A after clearing security. But…