As I was sitting at the school lunch table today, eating my tuna and seaweed soup and getting as lost as ever in the Korean conversation, it suddenly occurred to me… hey, I’m eating tuna and seaweed soup! And enjoying it! Lukewarm water with canned tuna and slimy seaweed floating around in it. As if it’s the most normal thing in the world to be eating, and not something that once would have had me retching at the thought of it.
They’re not always profound, these moments of mine, but there they are, all the same.