To (Not) Go Home

“So, why Korea?” Marshall asked as we drove through the mountains of Vermont en route to New Year’s in Montréal.
“I really wanted to study printmaking in Italy.”
“I hate to tell you, Steph, but have you looked at a map?”
But that is exactly how it began. I wanted to study printmaking in Florence. I had wanted [...]

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After Snowboarding

The day I was very sore.
The day in which I ate the best dak galbi I’ve ever had.
The day in which I washed dak galbi out of my new white shirt. Obviously.
The day in which I drove through the mountains in the back of a Jetta.
The day in which I ate roasted chestnuts in the [...]

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