This is an entry in a journaling game I’m currently playing. An explanation, and my first entry, is here. Oh, and these posts are organized into a series now. You can see the post series page here. 

This is an entry in a journaling game I’m currently playing. An explanation, and my first entry, is here. Oh, and these posts are organized into a series now. You can see the post series page here.  (I’m taking liberties here, since when I was little, my favorite meal wasn’t at a restaurant… we lived in small places that didn’t even have a lot of restaurants until I was about twelve. I guess I could put KFC—there was one up in La Ronge—but, eh. I had a more beloved meal than that.)

This is an entry in a journaling game I’m currently playing. An explanation, and my first entry, is here. Oh, and these posts are organized into a series now. You can see the post series page here.  Oh, and I just want to note: scavenging abandoned furniture is pretty common in Korea, especially when you’re broke. People actually abandon some pretty incredible furniture here. There’s even a place for doing it in most apartment complexes. Just saying. (That said, stress-driven furniture scavenging is… not so good.)