I blame my parents

…for introducing me to true crime.

My obsession interest in True Crime started when I was very young with Unsolved Mysteries. My parents, sci-fi nerds and horror movie buffs who spent most nights watching The X-Files and Tales from the Crypt, were avid watchers of Unsolved Mysteries. My brother, sister, and I would join them, guessing what may have happened to the man’s missing wife or the hitchhiker that never made it to his destination. When I was older, my mother would introduce me to the shows she liked to watch, such as America’s Most Wanted and I Survived.

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My Time Living in South Korea During the Pandemic

Monday, February 24, 2020. Seoul, South Korea. We got word that all afternoon classes for our elementary students had been cancelled. It wasn’t too unexpected though. Parents had slowly been withdrawing their children from our English academy since the first cases of “the Wuhan Coronavirus” had been reported on the peninsula. But this day would be the start of my fears.

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time


I can’t bring myself anywhere. With or without a pandemic, I want to find the worst in my safe haven.

It’s too hot.

The humidity is suffocating me.

The people are annoyingly carefree.

Why can’t the Postmates driver find my house?

Why did I leave Seoul to come back to this?

Anxiety. Panic. Orchestra of internal screaming commence.

Self-isolation has brought the worst out of me.

Nothing I do and nothing anyone else is doing can make me feel at peace.

I feel unfamiliar with one of the most familiar places I’ve ever lived, and I’m fighting the urge to leap back into the fire that is a new city. But, this isn’t the right time to allow anxiety to consume me. I think that the whole world is feeling self-doubt run through their veins as if they have the whole world on their shoulders.

This just isn’t the right place or the right time.

Shall we all move to Mars?



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All About Avocados : My Review of AVOME 아보미 in Seoul

You can take the girl out of Texas, but you can’t take the Texas out of the girl.

I miss my breakfast tacos, a very special Doberman, and all those evenings drinking with my roomie on the back porch.

But what I miss the most are the 50¢ Hass avocados (roughly 500원).

Because avocados in South Korea are ridiculously expensive. When I do find them, they are few and far between (in season), and when I find them, they can be upwards of 4,000 won each (roughly $3.50).

Avocado isn’t necessarily uncommon in restaurants in Seoul. But a restaurant whose main ingredient is avocado is.

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Adventures in Gyeonggi-Do

blueberry tart_uijeongbu
Not in this post, but fancy food like this kickstarted my interest in traveling more to eat delicious things during my mourning process.

One of the many aspects of grieving the death of a loved one is that there is no guidebook. You lose sleep. You eat less. And you are probably more prone to developing an addiction. Mine has become drinking coffee and eating desserts and then blogging about it.

My point is every single person will grieve differently, and for me the more I got out of my space and out of my head, the better I was able to grieve.

In the weeks following my mother’s death, I made it my weekly goal to leave my house and explore the land that I currently reside in. South Korea is the first and only country I have been to outside of the U.S., and maybe this is why I love exploring it as often as I do. Even more so as I was hopscotching my way through the however many stages of grief I’m supposed to be going through.

Now, if you are terrified of leaving your comforting zone, or the zone that includes speaking mostly in your native tongue, then exploring the smaller Korean cities may be intimidating. I removed that bone from my body during my first year here. Visiting a city where riding a scooter is more the norm because of the lack of public transportation and where this is only one pharmacy, you feel like you can take on almost any city.

But, for my first grieving-process-habit-adventure-thing, I headed to a city not too far from the northeastern corner of Seoul, the city of Uijeongbu (의정부시).

Looking out the front window of the commuter train on the Uijeongbu line.


A.k.a. the city whose name is hard to pronounce thanks the oo-ee sound (의) at the beginning, where the popular army stew (부대찌개) originated from, and the city where the plot of the famous show M*A*S*H takes place.


Now, if you are like me and used to seeing the skyscrapers and high rises of the metropolitan areas of Korea, then you might be curious to see the seemingly untouched areas of this city.

Overall, I am glad I visited and experienced a new city. And ate a badass blueberry tart made by a badass chef as a result.