After the rain, clearing skies, a sweetness to the morning breeze and a sparkling city that seemed reborn. A new day starting and full of promise.
We moved to Korea from NYC in Spring of 2021. The world was still in the throes of Covid and my physical health was at an all time low.
Before leaving Manhattan, I bought a cycling jersey and shorts. This was the humble promise I made to myself that I would get back in shape.
Things were so chaotic then that it was hard to find a bike, new or used. But when I finally did, my newly adoptive city began to open up to me in unexpected ways. I traced my own maps and found places that spoke and belonged to me alone.
Biking has meant so many things to me: strength and balance, freedom, adventure, belonging. I have nothing really to prove to myself, just a road of days that I want to follow and enjoy.
