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MARIA ROEMER
By then I was totally confused: feeling like I physically belonged, but was mentally different. So, I decided to try to forget about my American ways and submerge myself into the Korean; which I soon found out was easier said than done!
Going home
While trying to find out who I was and how I could make myself a part of Korea, I was making many new friends. It wasn’t hard meeting people, because from the minute I arrived at my hometown there were many curious people coming to my parents’ home and looking at me as if I were an exhibit at some museum of foreign objects.
After the initial shock of seeing my hometown again I met many people who had known me when I. was a little baby in Korea. It was weird for me to meet people who knew me so well and remembered me, but I didn’t remember them at all. Not even my parents, whom I knew only from pictures they had sent, but which gave me no idea of what kind of people they were. I felt so bad and angry at myself for not remembering them.
My first “conversations” with my “old” acquaintances were mostly one-sided: they would talk to me in Korean and ask me many questions and I would just sit and smile and nod my head like I knew just what they were talking about. I think my permanent smile marks are a result of that time.
After 1 could speak a little Korean, (I learned a lot faster than an average American would have learned because I had once spoken Korean very well when I was a ch#d) I had many interesting conversa
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