This is our living room in the morning. I have to clean this place several times a day. The floor is usually covered in rice, toys, and children’s books. I do most of my writing standing up by the shelf on the left. My baby son unfortunately spends a lot of time trying to throw himself out the windows, so we have to keep them shut even though it’s been getting hotter lately.
The view outside the living room window on a good morning. That’s a kindergarten in the foreground with Korea’s ubiquitous apartment blocks further afield, as well as the Sogumgang Mountains, where Ichadon’s severed head landed a thousand years ago.
Our neighborhood is under constant development, and the old Gyeongju of centuries past—consisting almost entirely of rice paddies—is still being converted into cement apartment blocks, a process which began decades ago.
Spring, Fall, even Summer in Korea isn’t that bad, but the long cold dark winter is just killer here. Here are some flowers from outside our apartment complex…the picture is a few months old…