National Team Player Yoo Arin

It was a two-hour drive from Philadelphia to New York.

When I first came to America, the drive had seemed so long, but this time it flew by.

Back then, we'd just gotten off a fourteen-hour flight.

Dad's eyes had been red and bloodshot like a rabbit's.

I remember Mom driving the rest of the way while I kept busy reading the road signs from the back seat.

But now, we were all doing just fine.

We'd completely adjusted to the time difference, and English signs and American roads felt familiar now.

Humans really are adaptable, aren't they?

“Dad, is this our exit?”

“Yep. This time, I memorized the whole route.”...