*As I continue uploading all my blogs from my old site, I am still so grateful for this particular day.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Let me preface this by saying that my opinion of LG products has not been changed in any way. But it just so happened that one day last week the television allowed me to watch AC 360 with minimal interruption. Long enough to catch an unusual sight – my childhood home in Eastlake, Ohio. It was a blink-and-you’d-miss-it shot, and I’m surprised LG didn’t start blinking like the maniac it usually is just to mess with me. But I was sitting there, half watching TV, half getting ready for work when I heard a story about the Midwest, then more specifically Ohio. I continued to listen until I heard the word “Eastlake”. Interesting. The city where I was born and raised until we moved when I was 14. So I watched. Nothing looked familiar, not even the mayor who they were interviewing. And then there it was. They were standing in front of my house, the white one with red shutters on the corner of St. Lawrence and East Overlook. It panned the cul-de-sac, the houses I played at, the ones I babysat in. I think I yelled Oh My God and got tears in my eyes. It was a quick and strange moment. There I was, sitting in my new bedroom in Mokpo, South Korea looking at the home I grew up in on international television. It was surreal, how quickly life had gone by this fast. What life is for me now.
Since this odd event also happened to be my birthday, I had no idea what was in store for me when I went to work that day. I walked into my Phonics class ten minutes early and was greeted by the sight of a dozen kids coordinating something suspicious. I was precisely escorted back into the hallway where the door was closed behind me. And locked. Every so often a student would pop his or her head out to see if I was still there, tell me No, and duck back in. Door locked again. I was given a party hat at one point and signaled to keep waiting. I was finally ushered in, Steve ahead of me with the camera. The students popped up from behind their desks and started shouting the Happy Birthday song. They had a “cake” built out of moon pies, candles and all, dixie cups of Sprite, little candies, balloons and posters taped to the board. It was incredibly organized for a group of 10-year-olds. I was so touched. We sat there eating our sweets for the first 20 minutes of class, them teaching me words in Korean and me teaching them “Starburst” and “taffy”.
What an unexpected day it turned out to be. A beautiful way to begin the last year of my twenties. One of those rare days where you feel everything is in its right place and that your happiness is so great it might explode out and fill the rest of the universe.