Lately I’ve been feeling confused. Sh*t got real when we booked plane tickets (and now a couple of hotels) for a trip to South Korea. The place where I was born. The place where I was given up for adoption from. It was never supposed to be a crazy emotional journey. We’ve always maintained that it will be just a touristy trip to soak up some culture and see some new stuff. I have always been down with that. So cool about it that I kind of surprised myself. Turns out I might have been in denial. And now I’m as confused as f*ck. image When I was younger, I…
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Catching up with Kez (that’s me).
pic If you’re fairly new to this blog, there’s probably a good chance you’ve not had a chance to read ALL of my amazing archive of ridiculous posts. If you have, I don’t know whether to congratulate you (and thank you for your loyalty) or to call the authorities! STALKER!!! Don’t worry, I choose the former. I thought I’d put together a post (made up of my older posts) where you can catch up on all that is Awesomely Unprepared! So I go by the nickname Kez. I am an Aussie 20 something year old (I can’t say that for much longer but let me hold onto it), who lives…
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The story of my life. In 250 words.
pic I was born in 1984. In South Korea. Adopted at 5 months old to Australia. Yep, I became “Aussie, mate.” Seriously. I don’t like spicy food and I’m sh*t at using chopsticks. I was a little bit smart. I got promoted to one day a week in grade 1, when I was supposed to be in Pre-Primary. My parents kept me with kids my own age so I would develop socially at the right pace. I was a difficult teen. All about grunge, punk rock and rebellion. At home after school and on weekends, of course. At school and in society, I was really probably too scared to be…