Been to Jerry's

I’d returned from my brother’s house in Gimpo yesterday. ‘Up and back’ of two days took 13 hours by car. Sunny, my sister, drove the car and my father was sitting in the back seat. I was totally exhausted, and Sunny and Dad might be more tired than I. The driver and the back-seated! I slept till late in the morning today. The sad thing is that years cannot lie and nothing cheats years. I’m not young anymore, though I always assert that years are just less than numbers. Nevertheless, it cannot take dreams away from me. I’ll dream like I’ve done till now. God bless me!

My brother-Jerry’s pastoral house was fabulous. It was two storeys white building with five rooms, two bathrooms, one large living room, one dining, and beautiful green garden. The house was considerable big for his family and he looked so comfortable and happy there with Gyeong-A (my sister-in-law) and Hae-An (my niece). I’m not a good elder sister but I constantly love them. Thank God we’re family! Their decision of choosing a pastoral house was preferable to maintaining their apartment in a city. The apartment in the city was more expensive but smaller and stuffy. By selling it, they got spaciousness and surplus values. I’m proud that Jerry and Gyeong-A are definitely good teachers with their excellent sense of values. It would be no problem if all teachers in Korea are like them!

At first, I was about to visit Seoul as well, dropping by Insa-dong and National Central Museum or Seoul Arts Centre. Insa-dong is my regular visiting place in Seoul. I didn’t go anywhere, however, since Sunny wanted to get back early for home and father and I were not well. We started for Busan early in the morning yesterday after staying only one night at Jerry’s. It was gloomy in the morning and gradually rainy as we’re southward bound. In Busan it rained heavily from the morning, they said.

The rain kept till today like there’s a big hole in the sky, but I loved it. The drum-beat sound of the raindrops gives me a certain feeling of release and the rhythm of the falling rain feels me excitement. Rain is moody at some time or absolutely reverse now and then, and this time I particularly feel free and happy with it. I cannot tell why, though. Now it stops and the night air smells so fresh.

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