Jun Dishes

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Migrate Immigrate Emigrate

Migrate.  I started the process of migrating my wordpress.com site, to a wordpress.org one, weeks ago. And though I had Googled the WordPress out of the world wide web, even the “Dummy” versions of instructions proved too complicated as they required knowledge of basic code and database management. I am so very good at so many things, but I thrive on working with the alphabet more so than with numbers and signs and symbols.  And so I invested $129 and purchased the official WordPress Guided Transfer so that the ” WordPress Happiness Engineers” did all the work, on both the front and back ends, for me.  So my site’s been migrated “successfully” now for two weeks.  What does this mean?  Well, from your end nothing much yet, it was a seamless migration so everything should still “look and feel” the same to you.  But from my end, it’s both encouraging and disheartening. Installations and plugins and glitches in codes is making this learning process more than frustrating.  Besides “look and feel” options, I have the capabilities to do so much more now in the way of  interacting with followers of the site.  You.

Please be patient.

Immigrate.  I was born in Korea and raised in New York City.  I’m a NYer through and through.  I’m American, but my blood is Korean.  My immigration from Korea to America happened when I was just three.   I remember nothing about that day, save for the greeting I received arriving at the gate at JFK, of how I cried and threw dirty Korean profanities at my parents and aunts, uncles, grandparents and more of the Korean and insane.  Having been raised by my paternal grandmother from birth in Korea, while my parents made a home and started a business on the lower east side of Manhattan, I have always been grateful that my parents put down roots for me on the lower east side.  The roots are deep and much of my family is, as of right now, sitting with no power in two different buildings right by the East River unaware of the magnitude of what just happened.  New York has seen worse and better days.  And so my parents bore the brunt of my immigration, sparing me of things harder than adjusting to a mere time difference between Seoul and Manhattan.  My immigration to the United States was seamless, and my parents were my “Happiness Engineers”.

Emigrate.  In January 4, 2011 I left the United States behind.  I believed, then, that I had the best reason ever for doing so.  I still believe this, and I am now almost at the two-year mark as an expat living in Belgium.  I still come across people here who ask incredulously,”Why would you leave New York to live here?!” and though I’m always taken aback by their lack of tact, I always smile and respond the same way.  “For love, and to start a family.”   I have never felt so whole in my life as I do now as a wife and mother and still, myself. I’m not the first to do such a thing and I certainly know I won’t be the last. But emigrating from the U.S. was not so seamless.  Having been born in Korea, and also a citizen of the U.S., I had endless documents to be translated and multiple embassy visits to be made and questions and answers for months.  But now here I am, thousands of miles from the U.S., and now especially as I struggle to reach family members who have been affected by Sandy I am reminded that my home is here in Belgium but my heart away from home will always be New York.

Incidentally, migrate/immigrate/emigrate are all verbs.  But they differ in context and meaning.  Do you know the subtleties around them?

Migrate: Moving to another area, be it animal or human or a WordPress site.

Immigrate: Entering a country in order to live there permanently.

Emigrate: Leaving one’s country in order to go live in another country.

In essence, immigration is about entrance and emigration is about exit.  But it’s still migration.  It’s still boils down to movement.  Never stop moving.

Always Dishing,

Jun

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21 comments

  • Shermaine on November 1, 2012 at 1:44 am said:

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    I teared a little thinking about what’s happening in NY. Irene was nothing and so I met Sandy with much of the same complacency. I feel for you being so far away and virtually helpless to do anything. But God is a God of miracles and when I was in NY last month and Charlie had run away and been gone for about an hour, with no one having seen which direction he ran in, I fell to the floor and prayed, crying my heart out. Lo and behold, someone called shortly thereafter and he had wandered a mile and a half across 3 major intersections and a freeway ending up at my best friend’s neighbor’s bungalow unscathed. I’m praying for Danny and Momz and for you, that you find peace of mind and heart knowing they are okay, alive and well. When prayer is your only lifeline, in clutch situations it is the most powerful thing you can do. <3

    • Thank you Shermaine. As soon as I hear my momz voice I will feel so much better :) I had no idea about Charlie! OMG! :) Yes…there are so many mysterious ways God works in :)

  • Great blog, Jun. As always, your love of family & things you hold dear shines through like a beacon. Momz is thinking of you and your boys and the coming visit to get her through this. In the end good may come of it – I doubt she will ever again insist on being alone during a weather incident. Love to you & your lil clown. And Papa too.

    • Yes! We are certainly working with momz to make sure she’s better prepared should there ever be another event like this! :)

  • Jun, I love your writing style! It’s very refreshing and flows nice. Plus, very clever on how you present topics.This is weird, but sometimes I go back and re-read your “someone interesting” post because everything from the content and diction is just spot on!

    Sorry if I sound like a teacher lol.

    My biggest indication of how I like to get to know people I meet is through their writing style. I don’t know if you feel the same, but I think one can tell a lot about a person’s personality by analyzing the construction of their writing, it’s like hearing how they speak kind of.

    You have a great gift woman and I hope you write about more witty things once you get your site all done. I think it would be cool to hear your opinion on all sorts of topics.

    Hope your family in NY is ok!

    P.S. Noah is so cute :)

    • Thank you Perry! The “Someone Interesting” post never would have happened it was so random, but I’m glad I did it! It answers so many common questions ha!

      I know exactly what you mean about getting to know people through their writing. If/when there’s enough writing available it’s a much easier analysis of course. But I totally get what you mean!

      I believe we all write like we speak, for the most part…and I believe it especially true for me.

      Thank you so much for the kind words and feedback. I think the site will be a work-in-perpetual-progress hahaha but it’s okay. I will keep writing anyway!

      Can’t wait for NY. I will certainly blog about it!

  • I love that when I see a new blog post from you, I click on it and never know what I am going to get. Yes Jun, you are like a box of chocolates.

    You know I have been worried about #Momz too and was relieved to know that you at least know she is OK. But know hearing that voice will be the best thing for you and you won’t rest until you scold her.

    I keep thinking back to 7 years ago and Katrina. So many similarities bring back some awful memories. I need a few sessions with my therapist. But can you believe this? She has been on vacation and you would never guess where. Yes, she’s in NYC and was supposed to be home on Monday, the 5th. Now she is stuck there and can’t get a flight home until Nov. 12th because of the airport messes. Ironic, huh? I still need a session or two of therapy as I do after every storm.

    But I look at “Sandy” and think Oh Em Gee! I’m reliving those days following the actual storm and I sit slack-jawed clutching my security blankey. Our damage cost more lives and no one knew wtf to do but simply by the population of NYC, this is even worse.

    As I told you the other day, you will be going back to visit in a few weeks and you will be going back to a totally different city.

    Thanks for giving me the space to babble. I’ll send you the co-pay I would have paid my therapist.

    BTW… “Migrate Immigrate Emigrate” was very interesting, as is all your writings. The inner workings of your thought processes never cease to amaze me and I hope it never stops.

    • I totally am like a box of chocolates! :)

      OH NOLA, I know the effects of Katrina will stay with you forever. I am happy we found each other years ago. You never cease to amaze me in your candor and humor and mind as dirty as mine.

      I will let you know what NYC is like when I’m there in nine days. I will have my eyes and ears open as always :)

  • I really enjoy how your mind works, I have ever since you wrote commentary on BB5. That is when I started to love your writing. You are so right, you do write the way you speak. I think that is what makes it so enjoyable to read. It seems like you are right here in the room with the me. I shall keep right on reading and living vicariously through you and Davy and Noah. Thank you so much for sharing your life with us.

    • BB5? That’s a long time. I love it.

      Thanks for all the support and good energy through the years Sparky. Awesome that we get to chat on Twitter too :)

    • Thanks Kaleb! And thank you for always being so positive! (Btw, I saw on Facebook that you answered the BB Live Feeds post for that photo question…”Is it my Jun”. Put a smile on my face :)

      • Kaleb Shorey on November 7, 2012 at 7:23 pm said:

        Your the reason I’m always positive haha your hilarious! And aww I’m glad I wasn’t sure for some reason who that was lol I’m usually great at those! Glad you smiled :)

  • Wow your parents were so brave and selfless. I can’t imaging leaving a baby with my parent and going to another continent. Then there is your entire family and the commitment to each other for this act of love to have worked.

    I can’t help but feel this determination to have a better life no matter what is what made you so willing to follow the love of your life to Belgium that is what your family does. How amazing and wonderful for you. When you met Davy on vacation you just knew what you had to do.

    • My grandparents told me about how my mom cried day and night for months. It must have been hell for my parents to leave me. I can’t imagine leaving Noah behind but if I was in their shoes, I would have too :)

    • I’d always been raised to try everything once. It drove me to enter contests and things at a young age hahahaha, thinking back, I had no real fear in facing people and challenges. It’s what pushed me in adolescence and as an adult. I am so grateful to my parents for providing me so many opportunities :)

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