-Everything smells either of kimchi or seaweed, they say there isn’t a difference and that the smell really emanates because of the kimchi. It’s kind of a funny thing to think about; a whole city that smells like one of it’s favorite side dishes. I keep thinking Mexico, smelling like refried beans or salsa. This maze of kimchi smell, sometimes I think it’s seaweed. It gets crazier. Sometimes I’ll be watching a downloaded movie in the apartment or we’ll have a Soprano’s watching and I’ll forget where I am. I spent a couple of hours on the phone with my princess and it felt so much like home it made me miss it more. I miss those beautiful little things I left behind and those who are so close to my heart.
I want to wake up one morning and hear the american room tone commanding the noise traffic outside the window. The sound of japanese engine, so prevalent at home. I want to turn on the tv and understand what they’re saying and why the game show isn’t a very good one. I want to rest my head on my chavita’s lap and breathe her in as I close my eyes and fall asleep. I’d also like a filling meal that is served by people who I can communicate with, even if they don’t know who I’m talking about when I start talking about Film Directors. I want to sit in a corner at the coffeebean and sip my mocha latte, share my reduced fat banana nut scone with chavita and enjoy the american atmosphere.
But until then I find myself in kimchi city, trying not to notice the side dish smell.
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Mar.22.04