As I look outside my window, I can see the Eiffel’s Tower’s light giving the whole Paris a romantic vibe. While looking at it I can imagine couples staring at the magnificent tower, holding hands or wrapped in each other’s arms. As I think of that, my eyes darted to my trash bin. It’s full of crumpled papers. A proof that my ‘love’ mind is not working properly.

It’s been 2 weeks since I started.. wait scratch that! It's been more than 2 weeks since I started thinking of writing a story for my book but I still can’t think of any good ideas yet. I let out a sigh and started walking towards my bed. I sat there thinking of what to do for a good, I don’t know 30 minutes?? When I heard my laptop beep, indicating I’ve got a new e-mail,I walked to my desk curious to see who it was. 

After I sat down at my very comfortable swivel chair and unlocked my laptop, a name of a ‘friend’ from my website pops up. I have a lot of friends from my web. They aren't exactly my friends in real life, but they aren't my acquaintances too...so let's just say I call them my friends. But to put it this way, to them I am like their BESTFRIEND when it comes to love. They seek advices, often at times they just want someone to talk to and I’ll be there for them listening or rather reading their problems through my web. 

But this one right here has been my constant e-mail buddy. Before, we exchanged communicated through the website but as time passed by, we decided to communicate in private, as in through e-mail. We e-mailed each other everyday, then it became once a week, and now this is the first time she contacted me in months. I figure she is just busy.

Just as I thought…

“Sorry I’ve been really busy that’s why I can’t e-mail you for the past couple of months. How are you? You know what? My problem is getting even worse. Kyaaah! My friend is being aloof with me since I started going out on dates. I don’t know what to do. But.. I guess this is fine, since I really don’t want to have my feelings that I have towards my friend to develop into deeper ones. Aigoo!! >< E-mail back okay? Take care, my dear adviser.”

I instantly replied her e-mail, telling her this and that. After replying her e-mail, I felt tired. I guess all this thinking made me get worn out. I leaned on my chair and started thinking of a vacation. Yeah...vacation, what a nice word. Yes I know, even though Paris is a city of love, (and it was basicly a place where everyone wants to go to)it wasn’t helping me have an inspiration for my new book. I want to write a book about a NEW KIND OF LOVE. All those other ideas I have are from majority of books I've read, compiled into ONE. Maybe I need some environment change.

I started considering places that I should go and my eyes darted to my parents' picture on the shelf. They look so perfect together. I remember my mom telling me how she and my dad met at her homeland. Her country, her native land… SOUTH KOREA!!!

Thinking of their love story, I have this urge to go to my mom’s country. That’s right, maybe I can find some inspiration there. My mom will surely be happy, wherever she is right now (probaly in California on the beaches getting a sun tan with dad), knowing that her only daughter will finally be visiting the place where she grew up and fell in love in.

Now my problem is I don’t know anyone that I can contact there and help me find good places for an inspiration. Mom and Dad won't bother picking up their phones, Aunt Meg and her family never lived in Korea before, Uncle Joe also never lived there before....That's right! NO ONE BUT MOM AND DAD LIVED IN KOREA! Oh wait! I straightened up and went to grab my phone off my bed. I searched for a name that’s been on my contact list for quite sometime now. I hope I didn't delete it. FOUND IT! I immediately called her number, I just hope she didn’t change her number. After a few rings, someone finally picked up on the other line…

“Yoboseyo..??” someone said on the other line. I first take an intake of breath before replying…

“Annyeong!”