Morning, everyone. I'm sitting here in my very quiet house, just me and my dogs. I just glanced over an article I wrote that appeared in today's paper in which I relate to readers my experience at the Korean festival yesterday. I'm going to be honest here. When I got the assignment I thought, "Great. No one will be able to talk with me, I'll stand out like a sore thumb, and I won't even know which foods are the good ones." Sorry, but I said I was going to be truthful.
I am delighted to say that I was wrong on all counts. I found many people who were not only happy to talk with me but were well spoken and hospitable. I didn't stand out like a sore thumb, or at least no one acted as though I did. And let's face it folks – if it's cooked at a festival, then it's good food. You know it's true.
The diversity in our community (Gwinnett County) scares some people. I know, I know, and I'm not making excuses. People just find change to be very difficult. I am the queen of that tribe, by the way. The older we get, the more concrete we pour into our shoes. Thank God for my job, which allows me to mingle with those like and those unlike me. Both sides are pretty cool and endlessly fascinating. I have decided I will only begin to worry when I feel that I can no longer learn from others. At that point, it will be time for me to move on to another profession.
It's hard for me to think about living anywhere else than Gwinnett County. I love the variety of cultures. Makes this area very interesting.
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