My friend from Korea had asked me on the phone the other day if it was strange working with Americans (I am American). I had answered that it was not really a fair comparison because Princeton is different than most places. It is the definition of diversity, it is safety, it is all the things I remember lacking from Youngstown, from Korea even. It is just different.

However much I kid myself, I am not settled yet. I have not quite adjusted. I feel aloof and unwieldy at times. I am excited about what is before me, but I suppose equally excited about what I have already gone through, about reliving it mentally thirty times a day in a dream.

I welcome the challenge though. This crossroads, it is me. It is me right now.