People often imagine South Korea through the skylines of Seoul or the bright lights of Busan. Well, Changwon is charming and warm.
Gyeongnam Art Museum sits beside Changwon National
University, and as evening descended, the neighborhood slowly filled with
students wearing IDs on lanyards, walking beneath rows of trees with the
mountain standing behind them. There was no rush to see the next attraction.
The entire place felt lived in.
It reminded me of UP Diliman’s Area 2, except that, the
texture has more “angas”.
The places do not look alike, but they share the same
rhythm: affordable restaurants, students lingering over dinner, convenience
stores that offer everything from medicines to Tmoney loading station, cafés
waiting for conversations that stretch long after class.
We were hungry from an afternoon of wandering through
galleries and discovering Arirang and Picasso’s ceramics, so we followed the
path to where some students enter into a
small restaurant whose name I can no longer remember. Some places deserve to be
remembered by taste rather than by name because, while we didn’t order
Michelin-starred cuisine, we had a taste of every day Korean food cooked by an
Ahjumma and served by an Ahjussi.
The Ahjussi welcomed us with efficiency while students came
and went around us. As always, ARMY Daughter became our translator and
communicator, reading the menu, asking questions, and ordering for the family.
Kuya and I were all smiles watching her confidently speak. One of the quiet
privileges of traveling with grown-up children is watching them lead when you
once led them.
Our kimchi fried rice arrived crowned with a perfectly fried egg, its edges crisp and its yolk ready to melt into warm rice. The kimchi was exquisitely sweet at first bite, then spicy, then gently sour.
Comforting rather than challenging. Alongside it came silky
tofu dressed with soy sauce and sesame, delicate rolled omelet, fish cake, and
a simple clear broth. Nothing extravagant but difficult to let go of. After
dinner, we wandered into Compose Coffee where the Americano fits in our budget.
The prices on the menu made me chuckle because it reminded
me of the inexpensive eateries around UP Diliman where students gather over
coffee and conversation while imagining and stressing over the futures waiting
for them.
And suddenly I was no longer thinking only about Changwon. I
was thinking about Kuya. In a few weeks, he will graduate and begin that
uncertain season between university and full time work, between being someone’s
student and becoming himself.
Watching the students around us, I realized that every artist, teacher, writer, musician, engineer, and dreamer once belonged to a place like this. Before recognition came ordinary evenings spent sharing inexpensive meals, drinking coffee, and wondering what kind of life awaited them beyond campus. This is why Changwon’s university neighborhood stays with me.
It’s not because of a famous landmark or a bucket-list
destination. For one quiet evening, I saw my son already walking among those
students: hopeful, uncertain, a little bit nervous, carrying invisible dreams
beneath the trees.
And somehow, over kimchi fried rice and the smoothest tofu I
have ever tasted, the future no longer felt intimidating. It simply felt warm.
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