Yesterday, I groggily made my way to the toilet in the depths of night. I heard a strange noise upon entering the hallway, but I didn’t know what it was. When I passed the fire-alarm, though, I figure it out. The noise was the ringing of the fire-alarm bell. I had no idea what might have caused it, but assumed it couldn’t be a real fire-alarm triggered by a real fire because I couldn’t hear the sound of the alarm in my room—it was that faint. Call me crazy, but I supposed that a real fire would trigger a loud, …

My friend Ritu’s on the way to being a mommy a second time… and the time is getting close! Very exciting! Ritu: 힘내! 힘내! I was poking around on her Livejournal page and found this interesting question: Where do you anchor yourself? In a place, a country or a person? The question is kind of funny to me, because my first reaction was to think about whether I do actually anchor myself into people, places, or things. Now, of course I do that, but for some reason I felt that the assumption I do so was a little, I don’t …