Monday was spent at Pusan’s iconic Haeundae Beach, retracing the steps my mother took along the shore twenty-seven years ago when she was scared and alone, the steps I trod at the dawn of my adulthood when I didn’t know who I was. Here, now, I step with confidence and maybe even a little grace. I walk hand in hand with Amul, who sees me for who I am and loves me for it. I walk toward a future that miraculously opened up several generations of my past.
Things seem different on this side of the Pacific. Usually, I wander the coast with Olivia on the other side, stare out to sea and send thoughts and prayers to Omma west across the ocean. Here, I look out to the east, and for a moment, I think there’s no point in looking across from this side. But then I realize my foolishness—Mum and Dad are there, my sisters and brothers. The Coheart, Kaka and Kaku, I have gazed out to sea from all corners of the world in my life and I’ve come to realize that no matter what continent I am on, which direction I look, I am surrounded by love—there is always someone on the other side.