Once in a while, my daughter will glance out of our window and shriek with all the power of her almost three year old lungs, “SEOUL TOWER!” This happens when we’re in the car, when we’re walking around Seoul, and even when she sees it in graphic form on tchotchkes in tourist shops. Any sort of Seoul Tower spotting is
reason to make yourself heard. It’s not always the prettiest view, but if I’m being honest, I feel the same excitement. We’ve come to think of that hunk of metal as ours. It’s not only a symbol of Seoul, it’s our landmark and, if we can see it, home can’t be too far away. My baby girl has lived all but 4 months of her life in Seoul and she’ll be 5 1/2 by the time we move back to the US. This really her home. She’s my Seoul girl.