In about a month I will travel back home to Korea. This will be my third time back to the motherland and I am filled with an array of emotions over it.

Have you ever felt like you missed your calling? Yesterday, my daughter said to me, “Mommy, you should be a doctor because you are so good at taking care of people.”

There are parts of my identity that are easily visible. I am a woman, I am Asian.

Recently I attended a workshop on racial identity. During the workshop, we were given an exercise which included turning to the person next to us and engaging in a conversation about some of the earliest messages we received about ethnic groups, as a child.

This past summer my love for Kpop and all things hallyu continued to grow, so when given the opportunity to attend the Epik High concert in June I jumped at the chance.

You know that photo that went viral of the hug between the 12 year old Black boy and the white Portland cop?

As the teen and young adult male counselors danced to and lip synched the Kpop group 2PM’s hit “Again and Again,” fellow female campers, counselors and teachers screamed as if we were truly at a Kpop concert.

I think, often, about the fact that my relationship with my husband is the primary and most influential relationship my son and daughter have upon which to model their own future “significant other” relationships.

I have been obsessed with the 2009 K-drama Boys Over Flowers.