Sharing an Airbnb With My Parents for Seven Weeks

I was sitting in between my parents on a 15-hour direct flight from Toronto to Seoul. I was going to Seoul to work on a book project. My Airbnb had enough room for us all. So when my parents brought it up as a half-joke that they would come, too, I didn’t think it was unreasonable. Until the trip neared, that is. Seven weeks? Together? “I’m nervous about going with my parents,” I said repeatedly to my friends. “Manage their expectations,” they advised me. “Don’t forget I’m going to work,” I told my parents. “Oh don’t worry,” my father said. “We’re going to do our own thing.” “You think we want to spend our whole time with you?” my mother added, laughing. That was the one thing that put me at ease: our shared understanding that in Korea, my parents could be as independent as they wanted, without any language or cultural barriers.

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