The thing about old people on the subway is I’m never going to not smile at them. And when this adorable Korean gramma is falling asleep beside me and keeps adjusting herself so she won’t fall into me, I just want to put my arm around her and tell her everything will be okay.
But the only useful phrase I know in Korean is “I don’t speak Korean” and besides I have a feeling this might be a somewhat impolite thing to do.
This is the view from my apartment :
I’m double-posting on here and my tumblr. Oh well.