Oh, Canada: The Niagara Falls Edition

by Grace Ko


So let me tell you about that 12-hour flight from hell.

Leading up to our big trip to Canada, J hadn’t been feeling well. He was running a fever for a few days and my mommy-instinct told me it might be an ear infection so we took him in to see the doc the morning of our flight. Lo and behold, ear infection. We picked up the prescribed antibiotics (sigh…) and headed home to pack up. It was a fight to get him to take the meds, only for him to throw it all up. It was an eventful start to our trip and we hadn’t even left home yet.

Luckily, the airport shuttle ride lined up with his nap-time (these are the logistics of parenthood people don’t tell you about) and once we arrived to Incheon Airport, J was in good spirits. That all went out the window once the plane took off. And rightly so. Poor guy was in so much pain with his ear infection and the cabin air pressure.

I am not kidding you when I say, he cried at a four-minute interval for the entire flight. It didn’t help that the flight attendants were crabby and unhelpful. Boy were we glad to land and get off that plane! (Understatement of the year)

It didn’t end there. We picked up our rental car and then had a two-hour drive ahead of us to Niagara Falls. (What possessed us to think THAT was a good idea…?) But thanks to dear husband, J and I had a nice sleep in the car.

We arrived to a rainy, dreary Niagara Falls but it called for snuggles and room service. I ordered myself a glass of red wine (yes, please!) and chocolate chip cookies along with our dinner.

 Hotel beds & room service. My son after my own heart

Hotel beds & room service. My son after my own heart

 View of the falls from our room

View of the falls from our room

We looked out our window to an incredible Falls’ view and fell asleep brimming with anticipation to meet it up-close and personal.

Day 1:

The next morning, we enjoyed a lovely breakfast buffet where we each had our fill of our favs: coffee for me, yogurt for J and pastries for Y. With tummies full, we sat J in his stroller (our hero: best investment ever!) and walked over to the Falls.

 Family selfie, fail. But makes for good laughs.

Family selfie, fail. But makes for good laughs.

We snapped a ton of photos (Y captured some of J+mommy’s love fest: shown above), walked even more and got our introduction to Tim Horton’s. Despite the large amounts of coffee consumed, on my part, jet lag hit us hard and we all rolled into bed for a slightly-too-long-to-be-considered-a-nap nap.

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We closed out of our first full day in Canada at the outlets, J and daddy enjoyed some ice cream fireside, I strolled and shopped.

Day 2:

Traveling with a sick toddler is not for the faint-hearted. On Day 2, I woke up achy and feverish with a sore throat. With a busy itinerary ahead of us, I decided to take it easy. Dear husband took J out for the day and I spent it in bed. The boys took an excursion to the nearby Butterfly Conservatory and J absolutely loved it.

When the boys returned, I had a major case of FOMO. Being our last evening in Niagara, I mustered up every bit of energy and made it out to the Peller Estates for a wine tasting. Mixing cold meds and wine was probably not my brightest moment. Neither was doing three flights of tastings. But hey ho, you only live once. And come on, ice wine? How can you resist?

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By the time I finished my three flights of wine tastings, it was well past dinnertime. With a hungry toddler in tow and no shoddy internet connection, we frantically searched for a place that would serve us food late at night. After several fails, we finally settled down at a pub and helped ourselves to a large serving of fish and chips and a burger.

More on our trip to be continued…


A tribute

by Grace Ko


I still remember the day like it was yesterday. I was new to the church, the city and the country and was still trying to get a handle on public transportation. I ventured off on the bus and found my way to Gangnam for my first women’s group meeting. Arriving at a cute little apartment, I coincidentally reconnected with a friend, and as we began making our introductions, in walked M.

I don’t often remember what people were wearing the first time I met them, but with M, I do. Because I immediately had a girl crush on her. She was wearing a gray sheath dress, of the chicest kind with a houndstooth-patterned coat.

The next time she and I really got to chatting was at a quaint cafe hidden in the alleyways of Gangnam. It had Alice in Wonderland vibes and the tea to match. As we poured ourselves cupfuls of tea, the autumnal kind, we got to connect about our passions - that night, about writing, specifically. About this very blog I’m posting on. About facing our fears that hold us back. About just starting.

A bit later, I met our fellow partner-in-crime, K. And our trio was complete. That’s until The Three Stooges (Y, D and A) joined and the six of us officially became “SQUAD”.

When Y and I moved to Korea, I was near thirty and a bit (okay, I lie… a lot) reluctant to meet new people. I didn’t feel the need to make new friends.

But life, it’s full of surprises.

When you meet people like M, K, A and D, you can’t help but open your heart and let them in. They’re the funniest, the funnest, the deepest, the truest. And to think, from our small group of friends, M and A went from friends to husband and wife! Life truly is full of surprises, eh?

A 12-hour plane ride from hell didn’t stop us from being there for the big day. J had to make his debut as a ring boy!

The whole wedding weekend was one celebrating love of the deepest and best kinds: in God, in friendship, in family, and in matrimony. I still get warm and fuzzy thinking back to that weekend because two people we love fell in love and got married.

You may or may not know. But I cried a lot on my wedding day. The cheeks-drenched, sobbing, ugly-crying kind. But I may just have cried more at M & A’s wedding.

Here’s the video to prove it:

M, she’s one-of-a-kind. She’s the kind of friend I can talk to about anything and everything: from the geopolitical in nature, to food, family, fashion and fun. Creative to her core, her life and presence itself inspire those around her to make things beautiful, to create, to love and to enjoy. She’s a rare kind of friend - one who isn’t in the same life stage as me but has always fully embraced, fully empathized and fully validated me. She’s my sounding board, someone who “gets” me on so many levels.

A, he’s adventurous in spirit, a rebel of sorts. A teacher and a life-long learner, always curious and inquisitive. Always thinking and asking. He makes me want to learn, to read, to explore. He doesn’t like to sit still for too long and is often who gets us up and on our next expedition.

Today, as I reminisce on that beautiful weekend, I just miss them…

Until our next adventure!


This is 33: Birthday weekend

by Grace Ko


Okay, so I’m a bit behind. So let’s play some catch-up.

Last month (August), less than three weeks after our big move out of Seoul, we hosted a small get-together for a housewarming/birthday barbecue.

You know those days that you keep replaying in your mind over and over again? Because it makes your heart full? It was one of those.

I got to hit the gym and take a shower and full embrace me-time thanks to the husband. And then it was a mad frenzy to clean and prep and cook in anticipation of our guests.

People made their long trek from the city to the countryside and the rice paddy in front of our house made sure to welcome them so. After hugs and house tours, we got seated to start grubbing. Skirt steak started us off. Yea, it was one of those meals. Dear husband prepared course after course. I blew out the candles and then we filled our bellies with carrot cake (chosen by yours truly) and washed it down with some coffee. A summer BBQ playlist streamed in the background as we all caught up on each other’s lives.

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The backyard is the best part of our house. And the weather permitted us to bask in it and finally put our tent to use. The mosquitoes eventually chased us back indoors but we got a good lounge-around. The ladies chatted, The boys made up a game, their own version of corn hole and it was entertaining to watch, to say the least.

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It was truly a delightful in every way.

If this is 33, it’s going to be a good one.


A new chapter

by Grace Ko


“So, are you guys coming back?”
”Are you coming home?”

It only reiterates the longing in my heart to run away, and return. To the familiar, to where things always seem as I have left it. 

But to answer these questions has become a tricky thing, waging a war on the inside, unbeknownst to those asking. Reality is, we can't answer these questions. Because we don’t know. 

What I do know is that each year here, living “overseas” has been an adventure, full of twists and turns, the unexpected, the uncertain. We’ve gone year by year trusting there’s a way and a plan for us   That there’s a reason we left behind the comforts of “home”, family and the dearest of friends into unchartered territory. And there’s no doubt we’ve received more favor than we could have dreamt of. With it, we’ve caught a glimpse of His immense heart for this nation, our motherland, our origins. We’ve been given visions and feel called to things that aren’t always easy to relay when you’re still growing into the idea of such things yourself. But we now dare to dream and hope and dare to pray, that we would bloom where planted and let down our roots slowly. 

It's been hard living in limbo, never knowing if we’ll go back to New Jersey, “home”, while trying to be fully present. I’m prone to always think of “Plan B” as returning, oh you know in case things here don’t “work out”. My safety net, my shield, to keep things here at an arm’s distance. What we’ve left behind, for what we thought was temporarily, call out to me. But my heart needs a check-up, of the emotional/mental/spiritual kind because it’s keeping me from calling where my feet are planted “home”. 

What is “home” and where is it? They say, home is where the heart is. But what if your heart is in more than one place? What then? Grieving, longing, is what. 

It's been a week since we’ve left Seoul, the only place we’ve called home here in Korea. The first “home” J has known. A place where we made new lifelong friends and reunited with old ones. Where we hosted dinners and breakfasts and lunches, where we spent countless hours huddled around our dining table breaking bread and debriefing.  Where we dreamed and cried and shared. Nicknamed “The Lookout”, I spent many hours and days looking out onto a magnificent view of Seoul and pondered what I was being called to in this season. 

This past season didn’t leave much room for looking out. It’s been a trying one, one that has tested our limits as a family and has had us crying out in desperation and exasperation. One where my heart has been leaning into the lies that creep in, convincing me that I’m alone, that no one cares or understands. My heart has not quite caught up with all that has changed and all we’ve had to say goodbye to. What was safe before has felt uncertain, what was familiar now foreign. All this catch-up has left me fatigued and confused. 

But in the past week, I’ve quickly realized that He does go ahead of us, and He knows just what we need. I came here kicking and screaming, refusing to accept life “in the country”, but turns out it’s just what I needed. The golden cotton candy sunsets, emerald green of rice paddies, the splish-splash of J in his kiddie pool. It’s the rest I’ve so wanted. 

A new chapter in a new home. It’s a lot to adjust to. But something tells me, everything is going to be okay. Praying this new season will be one of peace and calm, rest and rediscovery. And lots of books, time to pick up calligraphy again and blog-writing, hopefully more of the light-hearted kind.