This was the first Seollal (Korean New Years) with my Korean mother. It's a bit strange because I always adored how quiet the city was when the rest of the country was making their trips to their hometowns. Though I was a bit weary, I decided to make the trek home. I expected more craziness on my first venture during Seollal. It was crazier at the airport the year I went to Bali. I went to the bus station and got my ticket and an hour later I was on my way. There wasn't even that much traffic. Home for me is 5 hours away and requires a transfer. Once I arrive in my hometown, I could take a city bus but I usually opt for a fifteen minute taxi ride. This angers my mother and she will pester me to take the city bus. I tell her that the next time I will. When I arrived at my hometown my mother was a bit peeved that I took a cab and she thought the driver took me on a longer route to hike up the fare. (I didn't tell her I tipped him a little extra.) We went into the house and I ...