I did it indeed.

I wasn't listening to the staff as I looked through the document that confirm the date and departing time of the plane whose destination is Korea, the country I was born and will probably live in for the rest of my life. Two and a half years has past. It may be not a long time compared with the years of my life so far but it is for sure something worthy I will never forget.

she asked again "Checked it?"

I put myself together and answered "Yes." after somehow managing to escape from the thought I'd been absorbed into.

What have I done for 30months' living in Australia? except the realisation that how much I love baseball and the 'Giants', the baseball team without which my life can be meaningless. English? definitely. the certificate of TESOL and 6.5 points in IELTS test? I am proud of it. The know-how of cooking western foods and business management that someday will help me to set up whatever business it would be? no doubt it. They are the clear evidences of my life in Australia. But those evidences will be nothing if I say there are twenty seven English books I have been through.

3 years ago, although I finally decided to come to Australia there was something that still bothered me. What if I fail to get what I am hoping for? Then I had to have an alternative goal I can achieve regardless of external circumstances. The goal, without a long deep thought, came down to the 'crime fictions' that I always wished I could read but couldn't because of the low popularity of those novels in Korea which eventually made publishing companies reluctant to do a favour for many mystery fans who are dying for good books.

I can yet bring the memory of the first visit to a book store where I thought I was in heaven. The books I had always dreamed of reading and much more books I had never even heard of before but couldn't wait to have in my hands. It demanded me huge amount of patience to overcome the language barrier that constantly kept slowing down the speed of page turning. After the long agonising self training, I managed somehow to read a book without spending so much time looking into a dictionary. And now I am flicking over the twenty eights book hoping the day will come that I find myself seating on a bench in a bus stop with a book in one hand and weaving through the fascinating world of murder.