Leaving

Two weeks later, I will be in a different place. I have gotten used to wake up with a song of birds outside the window. I will move out into a place that honking sound will be my new alarm in the morning.

While walking through this path, each moment was a mixture of joy and pain. I remember how awful I was in the first class of my adviser. He was telling us the class activity (ask questions interactively) will be a major portion of the class grade. I am not a person to ask questions actively though I have some doubt. I met one of my close friends in another class during the first semester. We sit next to each other. I could not understand the class materials (bio-informatics). Biology was my favorite subject when I was a high school student. After that, I never touched any word from biology, even in Korean. My friend was writing something on her notebook. I asked her how she understood the class well. Her answer made me feel very released. She was trying to write down something since she could not understand at all.

My first roommate loved cooking. Whenever she got stressed, she came back home early and cooked something special. I often got sick. Then she made a special soup which looked like SHIB-JEON-DAE-BO-TANG. We cried out together and prayed for each other. Interestingly, now she is attending a second generation Korean church though she is not Korean.

In the first life group meeting (small group in Calvary Baptist Church), we all members started introducing ourselves, which was a full of crying and turned out to be a full of blessings.

It's painful for me to leave them, but I will keep them in my heart forever.