husband, dad, son. american, korean. seoul, ann arbor, san francisco. dev, colleague, em. christian…ish

Category: transitions

  • cost

    Sometimes after meetings or syncs I go down to get lunch with colleagues. Often times folks I don’t know very well, given our need to interact with a large variety of engineering teams. And that leads to, well, a lot of small talk. Between professionals the topics are your typical where do you live, weather, vacation plans etc.

    But there’s one topic that tends to draw out more genuine conversation: relocating to the Bay Area for work. It comes up often because almost everyone at the table, whether immigrant or American, moved here from somewhere else. America alone is a huge country.

    Then the tones shifts and we’re usually thinking the same thing, reminiscing about the lives, friends, and relatives we left behind, especially our parents. All agree it’s only years and years after that you notice the high price you paid. We sort of laugh and say how envious of our friends back where we grew up, how they stay connected and are still close to their families(though curiously they largely seem to meet up among themselves only when we visit).

    Thus, pretty much everyone here is rebuilding their friends and support groups. Or as often is the case, we aren’t. And it’s so easy to let time slip by while not making that investment, not knowing it gets ever so harder to build new relationships and become isolated.

    But the silver lining is that it’s actually not that hard to develop relatively deep friendships. It just requires consistent meeting for whatever reason, for around 18 months. You don’t have to do anything fancy or expensive at all, each others presence is good enough. Obviously even faster if the group has common interests or has the characteristics of a support group no matter how big or mundane.

    In the end, talking about this does help at work. We get to connect with our colleagues a bit better, which is critical when inevitable tricky situations at work arise.

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  • san francisco

    You ever walk around a neighborhood hill, woods, or park, notice a small barely visible side trail, and wander off into it… only to come to a ‘secret spot’ which makes you unreasonably happy? Well we found one as pictured above living in SF. It wasn’t exactly a secret as many a neighborhood person would be there, but still it made me feel special.

    I loved the city, from it’s shortcomings to its sheer grand beauty. The people, the neighborhoods, the pretty streets which was basically every one, the micro climates, the mini downtowns each neighborhood had. Even the fogs and the summers Mark Twain coined “The coldest winter I ever experienced was a summer in San Francisco”. My dad laughed loudly when I told him that as he was shivering in our backyard.

    And of course the ocean.

    Just walking along Ocean Beach with the shimmering sparkling water meeting sky shades of brilliant yellow, sheer blue and white fluffy clouds gradienting into purple, pink and red streaks across the heavens made any stressors you may have go away for a short while. And it wasn’t just me, it was everyone walking around with a look of wonder and content as they enjoyed the experience.

    Though we had to move down to the peninsula during the pandemic due to reorgs and the very difficult SF school support situation, I’d lived in the city for 10+ years already. Before that I was living in Redwood City, where I’d move to after graduation, and then moved to SF after my marriage, since work was still commutable from there and me and Kacies church was nearby in the Richmond district. 10 years of living in what I truly believe is the most beautiful city in the world.

    So it was a very hard decision to move down, I still remember the drive down and feeling emotional, just like I remember getting on the plane to come back to the US and eventually Ann Arbor. But it undoubtedly was the best decision we could have made for every member of our family. We feel cozy here, despite living in a tiny condo, kids getting better support, and made many friends of folks in similar situations, and well, are content.

    Still, sometimes I look back at the city, which now seems to be thriving again and feel a bit nostalgic. Although to be sure when I drive back up on occasion it feels like I’m visiting someone else’s city, and thats a good thing. Seeing all the people up and about on the streets is always great.

    Major change is difficult, it’s painful, but often times it turns out to be for the better. Much better. Just one of those lessons that help you mature and handle things personally as well as professionally.

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  • car

    Ah do I miss you

    I’ve really grown to love our new, used suv, even though I never imagined myself driving one. My very first car was back in 2006, a used Camry my dad helped me buy from an older Korean gentleman with a… let’s say, memorable vibe. I still remember how he counted the cash by roughly splitting the bills in half and counting just one stack.

    Like most Toyotas, that Camry ran like a champ for over 15 years with barely any issues. I dated my wife in that car, brought our first child home in it, and took it everywhere. Yosemite, Tahoe, Napa, Big Sur, Carmel, all around the Bay. It was the go-to for countless church rides too, at least until it wasn’t.

    Then the pandemic hit, and like many others, I started working from home (thank you, remote work). The Camry went into storage, and after a couple of years, it moved with us away from San Francisco. Because I hadn’t driven it for so long, I started using our van for the occasional commute while the Camry just sat. Even though the mechanic gave it the all-clear, I eventually realized it wasn’t safe to drive a car that had been parked for that long.

    So I let it go. Tried donating it, filled out all the forms, but no one came. Eventually I sold it for next to nothing to one of those companies that haul away old cars. I still remember watching them load it up and drive off. Honestly, I felt pretty sad and emotional. That car was basically with me my entire adult life, had been through a lot with me, never let me down. That’s why it took a couple of years to finally sell it, I still see the flatbed truck hauling it up and driving away. Sigh.

    But the very next day, our new used car showed up, and just like that, I kind of started forgetting about the Camry… I am so, so shallow. Funny enough, I was originally set on getting a Prius until Kacie casually mentioned she’d like something different. And she never say something like that being how frugal she is. So here we are.

    We love it—questionable color choice and all, especially in this summer heat. Sorry Camry I hope to see you again some day.

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  • Music

    Like many people, music has always been a meaningful part of my life. Whether I’m driving, working, studying, or just relaxing, music has a way of grounding me—it calms, lifts, or simply keeps you company wherever you’re headed. In fact I’m listening to it right now as I’m writing this.

    So, what do I listen to? Honestly, it depends.

    In the car, it’s usually ’90s Korean music—partly because Kacie and I can sing along and get nostalgic, and partly because that’s what I listened to growing up. Our playlists bounce between old-school K-pop—Sechskies (my wife’s favorite boy group), g.o.d, Jinusean, Solid, SES, H.O.T….and newer groups like NewJeans, IU, Bolbbalgan, and Day6. SG Wannabe makes frequent appearances too. Honestly, they’re all incredible.

    Backstreet Boys show up now and then too—I listened to them way back as a kid along with M2M, Michael Learns to Rock, Westlife, Savage Garden etc. Aaaand a mix of ‘80s and ‘90s American pop. Don’t Stop Believin’, To be with you, Nothing’s gonna stop us now, More than a feeling, Heaven is a place on Earth, etc. A little Coldplay, a little more Taylor Swift—just the feel-good, familiar stuff. I waver between ‘As long as you love me’ and ‘Something just like this’ as my favorite of all time.

    Then, late at night, when I’m alone, I’ll sometimes go back to the songs I listened to during my Ann Arbor days. Mostly worship music, which is ironic considering how much I skipped, ah, ‘attendance’ due to struggling with classes. It seems to fit where I’m at in life now—quiet, reflective, in need, and grounding in a different way.

    Looking back, the past few decades have gifted us so much amazing music. I don’t think I’ll ever run out of things to listen to.

    One thing though, I’ll probably never get Park Hyo Shin, Kacies favorite. Seriously, the guys puts me to sleep almost instantly.

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