The thought of making the move across the world with a 2-year old would often wake us up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. Moving him to a foreign world away from family and right around the time he is beginning to speak English seemed cruel, at best. We had to remind ourselves that the world to a 2-year old is what is in front of him. It’s still early, we’re only on day 3, but his Korean world is nothing short of thrilling.

Today, we had a man day while mom went downtown to meet some friends. We took the bus down to the Gyeongsan train station and watched trains come and go. It took a while to coax him away from the escalators (another obsession) but when he saw the KTX come flying through the station it was over. “More,” he said. “Ride?”
Korea for a third time seemed like there wouldn’t be much new see. But with a 2-year old in tow, there have already been things I feel like I am seeing for the first time. Mostly, modes of transportation.