It is Saturday night, it’s not even eleven and my husband is asleep on the couch. He always seems to fall asleep on the couch whether he has had a few and it is 3am or if we just had a fabulous homemade Korean Bulgogi dinner with friends. Is it my husband or is it the couch? We do joke that it is the ‘comfort den’ and some lesser appropriate names that I shall not repeat, because it fully welcomes and encourages relaxation.
So, as my husband sleeps, many thoughts run through my head about home (here and the US)…. Continue reading