The world was so much bigger in the eyes of the young girl when it came to Busan,. hHer very first day since her move from Tokyo was, spent walking through the streets, was one she would never forget. cClutching tightly to the hand of her father, the two scoped out the metropolitan area,. bBuildings towered above her and went high up past the clouds, and people crowded the streets of all kinds. mMen, women, children and all alike paced down the streets, stopping at all of the colorful stores and shops that went down the streets for miles and seemed to feel like they could never end. fFor someone like nNana, everything seemed magical. sShe was drawn to the beauty of the architecture, to the colors that never seemed to end; the world was filled with inspiration that never ended and she found beauty in it all.
Her home was small;. iIt was a little corner shop that extended down one of the streets of Busan. uUpstairs, it was a single bedroom home with one bathroom and a small living area that connected to the kitchen. dDownstairs was a little shop, with art painted all along and on the walls,. aArt supplies filled every crevice and corner. iIt was the dream of an artist, and to nNana, it was home. tThere were many windows, which looked out onto the streets of bBusan where you could often sit and watch the different types of people rush by and go on about their lives,. oOccasionally a few would stop in to buy a piece or take a lesson. tThis was her favorite part,. sShe enjoyed watching the people go on about their day, studying their expressions day by day while her father worked,. tThis was what life was like in bBusan during her youth, and it was happy.