Something special happened yesterday. It was a brief moment but it keeps replaying in my head.
Sung has gotten really (and I mean really) into fishing. I am not too into it myself, but I like to join him because it’s a great excuse to spend a few hours in nature. Yesterday we woke up at dawn, packed some bagel sandwiches, and drove out to the river near our house.
If you saw me with my dog Lotus today, you would never guess that I used to be terrified of dogs.
Actually, terrified is an understatement. Ever since I can remember, I had a deep phobia of pretty much all animals. Cats freaked me out and rodents made me squirm. Birds and reptiles … forget it. Fish were the least offensive, but I still shied away at the thought of touching one.
More than anything, my boyfriend Sung wanted to get a dog. It was all he talked about at the beginning of the pandemic. Apparently shelters were set to run out of animals any moment because everyone wanted to shelter in place with a newly adopted pet.
“Later, later,” I kept telling him. Privately, I thought, “are you nuts? How can we be responsible for a dog when we barely know what we’re doing with our own lives?”