made our way through streets not paved
for boots the size of ours
— Gord Sellar, 11 August 2003.
This poem just kind of came to me tonight, as I pack the last big piles of photos and papers for my move to Jeonju. I will miss Iksan, really I will, no matter how much I may like Jeonju and no matter how good for me the move might actually be in terms of needing a change. I had to cheat a little on the meter, but… anyway, I think it captures the way some of my favorite foreigners live in Iksan…
August 11, 2003