I am the baby born in Chun Chon, South Korea (that would be the “good” side of Korea, not the “bad”) via c-section in a cold, stone operating room to first time parents, an American soldier, Burton and his new Korean wife, Miss Ann.
Who cried so much that my dad crashed his bicycle into a truck from lack of sleep, and who made the journey from Korea to America with just my mom, and once we got here, I was the only one my mom could talk to.

I am the child who played Barbies way past the acceptable age, who loved playing video games even if I wasn’t very good, and playing pick on the little sister, I was really good at that. Who loved reading anything I could get my hands on, getting lost in the world presented before me, and the Cosby show, where I wanted to be Denise so bad. I loved her restrained rebellion.
Who stored every bit of junk I found interesting, much to my mother’s dismay in my treasure box.
Who dreamed of talking animals and riding a unicorn on a rainbow and never thought she would be able to ever find her voice in life and get over her crushing shyness.
I am the teenager who was lucky enough to find the man of her dreams at the ripe old age of fifteen. When you know, you know and I say go with it, despite your age.
Who wore a military uniform to school everyday, which hid the individual within, and loved being anywhere away from my parents and hated life in general when away from my boyfriend.

Who snuck out of the house on a regular basis, rolling my car down the hill we lived on and starting it down the street, and then who snuck her boyfriend in the house if that didn’t work. Who dreamed of getting out and on her own and knew when she did, she would be ok
I am the woman who married her high school sweetheart, and moved away with him from all her family and friends, like her mother did before her. Who loves her husband and her two beautiful kids and her coffee to keep up with the first two.

I am the mother who loves playing on my computer, chatting with friends, blogging, being on my message boards, and playing Sims 2, and goes crazy if I am far from the internet for to long, as pathetic as that sounds,
and whose moments of perfect bliss come when snuggling my "babies” (ages 3 and 7) and smelling their sweet scent.
I am the stay at home mom, who loves waking up to a new day, open to all possibilities and avoids housework like the plague and who enjoys being a stay at home mom more than she thought she ever would
I am the woman who loves to crack a good joke, a scathing burn, or a funny turn of phrase to make people laugh, and who derives probably too much in doing so.
I am the person who suffered from depression for to long and then finally got help after things got too much to bear. Life has been amazing since.
I am the woman who still loves reading, and stuffed animals, but would never buy one for herself, but secretly wishes others would.
Who still longs to learn what makes her special from everyone else.
I am the person who dreams of accomplishments and accolades and is grateful for friends, even if they’re inside my little laptop
and who hopes that life keeps getting better and better with each passing year since I am still learning to enjoy it.