Once upon a time, a young Korean woman crossed the Pacific Ocean and came alone to New York. She got married, had children, and slowly grew older. Now, after spending so many years in New York, she dreams of crossing another ocean—the Atlantic—and living in a world different from New York.
Back in Seoul, she looked at a list of schools in the U.S. to study abroad. The first one that caught her eye was Adelphi University, simply because it started with the letter “A.”
She discovered it was located in Garden City, Long Island—the setting for the movie The Great Gatsby, starring Robert Redford and Mia Farrow. The thought of living in a scene from that beautiful movie made her heart race.
“Yes! I’ll go. To Garden City. That’s where my new life will begin.”
But where were the beautiful houses from the movie? She was led to an old, red brick dorm outside campus and unpacked her things. Her roommate wasn’t a blonde girl with blue eyes, but a very dark-skinned woman who looked like she could be the daughter of an African tribal chief. However, the roommate showed her a wedding photo of people wearing beige dresses and suits, standing in front of a luxury house—nothing like the image she had in mind of barefoot tribal dancers. She pointed to her husband in the photo and said he would be coming to America soon.
There she was—starting her American life, not with Robert Redford in The Great Gatsby, but with an African chief’s daughter in Garden City. Her life was heading in a very different direction than she had imagined.
At night, when she woke up to use the bathroom, her roommate’s head wrapped in pink curlers looked like a goblin’s head, and her glowing white teeth against her dark skin sparkled in the dark like ghost lights. But in the daylight, her roommate was a completely different person—calm, intelligent, and kind. She helped her get a social security number, open a bank account, and even took her shopping for essentials. One day, her husband—wearing the same beige suit from the photo—finally arrived, and they parted ways.
Her next roommate was a Thai woman, about the same age. She was excited to be with another Asian who might be more like her. But that hope lasted just one day. The reason? Cilantro. That strong smell was in everything her new roommate cooked—just like green onions in Korean food—but ten times stronger. The scent was so nauseating she couldn’t stay in the dorm. Instead, she wandered the streets, sitting stiffly on school benches, walking back and forth between campus and the dorm, waiting for her roommate to finish eating.
In the end, she left, without even getting a glimpse of the beautiful scenes from The Great Gatsby. But the feeling that she needs to go somewhere else still lingers. Maybe one day, she’ll even cross the Atlantic and live in a whole new place. Caught up in that silly excitement, she drank too much last night.
But hangovers are best cured with Vietnamese pho. She added all the cilantro, even her husband’s share, and mixed in plenty of spicy sauce. She blew on the hot noodles and slurped them down, filling her mouth with soup and warmth. The scent of cilantro spread through her mouth and into her body. And once again, she thought of The Great Gatsby, from long ago.