The day I left for Malaysia

It is alreasy an old story.

 

I remember it as November 21nd 2007. The first snow came on that day 15 years ago. It was an early first snow campared th other years.

 

I wake up early in the morning to catch the airport bus. I shook the two children who were not yet awake and woke them up. My wife was already up

 

My wife started the car and I loaded two large trunks. Isat in the front seat with the kids behind me. The cold air from the car, which had been afflicated with cold energy all night, entered my body.

 

While going from Seorak-Myeon to Cheongpyeong Terminal, neither my wife nor I said anything. We arrived at the terminal by carefully driving along the road where the first snow had fallen. We arived early. So we waited in the car a long time. And the bus came. Weloaded our bags and got on the bus. My wife cared and waved her hand. That's how we left for Malaysia on the day of the snow in 2007. I was 45, with 13-year-old daughter and an 8-year-old son. My wife flow to Malaysia two months later.

 

And 15 years have passed. I didn't get rich I didn't go th Malaysia to become rich. Life is only one life, and hated that I hah to be born, work, and end my life in Korea. I wanted experience a different race, calture, and life in another country. Moving th Malayis was successful because I did not want to do or become anythinh. But the price wasn't worth it. I gained a lot, but also lost a lot

I would like to  recap here what i Have writtend in the past. Thede are old storied, but they are very precious momoried to me. Howeveer, it would be very painful to have to read and orgnize them again. Nonethless, I am going to do this. Now i have to organize my past time and design the remaining time through it. There is not much time left.