1/3

Last Thursday was the Lunar New Year's Day in Korea. It's the time that whole family get together to commemorate the ancestors and to share the love and wish for the new year. I loved the warm, reuniting, and wishful atmosphere of the holiday and the food too but I kinda found a new pet peeve of mine during the last few days - being asked my age. 

I had never mind being asked or telling my age but now, it feels totally different. I'm 25 in Korean age and the wicked number 25 is considered as a check point of the life, which indicates that one is no longer young and she has to prepare to get into the cruel real world and to get married in a few years. So when my little cousin asked me how old I was, I was dazed and couldn't answer right back because all those pressure suddenly came onto me at once. Maybe I'm just running away from the somber reality with an anxiety about my future but this year whether I like it or not, I will confront and make it my victory. 

I've already lived one third of my life in constant neglects. 

Better gear myself up quick because there's no more time to lose now.