When people ask, as they do often in Korea, where I'm from, I usually pause for a moment to consider my options. Do I say Iowa, which is where I was born? Do I say Arizona, the place I lived the longest? Do I say Minnesota, the last place I lived in the states? Do I say Wyoming, where the bulk of my family lives?
After the pause, I choose one place or another and give a short caveat.
"I was born in Iowa."
"The last place I lived was Minnesota."
"My family lives in Wyoming."
"I went to school in Arizona."
The Wyoming answer always gets a similar response.
"Ah! Hello! How are you?"
"Good. Thank you."
"Where are you from?"
"I'm from the United States."
"Ah...migook...America...California?"
"Ah no, actually my family lives in Wyoming."
"Miami! Oh nice! Very beautiful!"
"No, not Miami. Wyoming."
"Huh?"
"Why - oh - ming."
"Wah - oh - me."
"Yes, Wyoming."
"Where is this?"
"Do you know Colorado?"
"Yes."
"It's the state just north of Colorado. Do you know Yellowstone National Park?"
"No."
"Well, it's a beautiful place."
"Ah, good."
However, there are some people I've met in Korea that have actually been to Yellowstone...and boy do they want to talk about it. Kenji, a Japanese man who works at Hansei, went there 10 years ago. He loved it. Every time we talk, he finds a way to bring it up so he can relate his experiences to me. After two years of this, I find myself very busy whenever he walks into a room.
Thinking about this now, I realize that I more often say, "Wyoming" now when I answer that question. I guess it's the whole family thing. As much as I love Flagstaff, I haven't been there in too many years to count. And Minnesota...where a group of wonderful friends are, doesn't seem like home anymore. So, Wyoming it is.
During my visit there this summer, I missed my older nieces. They live in California and we didn't coordinate our vacations. So, I spent the summer playing aunt to my sisters' kids. They span in age from two and a half to eight...and they are lovely. I used to be worried that I would be that strange woman who came to town once in a while and brought presents that were too young for them. Thankfully, our jobs over here allow us to spend a great deal of time in Wyoming in the summer. This means that I have the pleasure of getting to know the little ones and hone my aunty skills for a least one month out of the year. I love it!
After the pause, I choose one place or another and give a short caveat.
"I was born in Iowa."
"The last place I lived was Minnesota."
"My family lives in Wyoming."
"I went to school in Arizona."
The Wyoming answer always gets a similar response.
"Ah! Hello! How are you?"
"Good. Thank you."
"Where are you from?"
"I'm from the United States."
"Ah...migook...America...California?"
"Ah no, actually my family lives in Wyoming."
"Miami! Oh nice! Very beautiful!"
"No, not Miami. Wyoming."
"Huh?"
"Why - oh - ming."
"Wah - oh - me."
"Yes, Wyoming."
"Where is this?"
"Do you know Colorado?"
"Yes."
"It's the state just north of Colorado. Do you know Yellowstone National Park?"
"No."
"Well, it's a beautiful place."
"Ah, good."
However, there are some people I've met in Korea that have actually been to Yellowstone...and boy do they want to talk about it. Kenji, a Japanese man who works at Hansei, went there 10 years ago. He loved it. Every time we talk, he finds a way to bring it up so he can relate his experiences to me. After two years of this, I find myself very busy whenever he walks into a room.
Thinking about this now, I realize that I more often say, "Wyoming" now when I answer that question. I guess it's the whole family thing. As much as I love Flagstaff, I haven't been there in too many years to count. And Minnesota...where a group of wonderful friends are, doesn't seem like home anymore. So, Wyoming it is.
During my visit there this summer, I missed my older nieces. They live in California and we didn't coordinate our vacations. So, I spent the summer playing aunt to my sisters' kids. They span in age from two and a half to eight...and they are lovely. I used to be worried that I would be that strange woman who came to town once in a while and brought presents that were too young for them. Thankfully, our jobs over here allow us to spend a great deal of time in Wyoming in the summer. This means that I have the pleasure of getting to know the little ones and hone my aunty skills for a least one month out of the year. I love it!
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