"Answer That Comes to Me Only After I Get Home" is a collection of 38 days of diary entries.
This is a record of a 38-year-old woman living alone in Seoul, who cleverly selects and polishes the things she experiences in her daily life, such as what to censor or subtly flaunt.
I like being alone, but I miss the sound of people, and I'm genuinely happy to be there, but at the same time, I want to leave quickly, so I try to find the right balance between independence and dependence.

9 years have passed.
This book is a collection of 38 days of diaries, written to fulfill an ambitious goal: to capture how I and the world around me have changed and how much has remained the same between the ages of 29 and 38.
Lie.
No, it's not all bullshit, the rest is just made up, except for the part about 'it's a collection of 38 days of diaries'.

--- p.8 From the "Preface"

Maybe it can't be done like this.
I thought that listening to it for a day wouldn't make much of a difference, but I was disappointed that nothing really changed.
The thought of going to the advanced class the day after tomorrow in this state makes me want to cry.
I laughed so hard at myself for feeling like I was going to cry while my eyes were welling up a little.
That's right, I'm crying because I'm 38 and I can't swim as well as I want.

--- p.17 From “Start One Day Class”

There was a time when I tried to become close in strange ways, only to be disappointed and blame myself.
It passed.
That's fortunate.
I just tore off the paper with the signature and pasted it into my diary.
I'm sorry, I decided to throw away your book.
My room is cramped, paper books are a real estate issue, and Tokyo has its own trends.

--- p.28 From “The Day of Folly”

It was never an easy problem.
I could laugh cheerfully and say, “I’ve been there once!” but it would probably be me who gets hit.
There was a fierce battle going on inside me between those in favor of throwing me in and ending this conversation quickly since I wasn't going to see them anyway and those who were against it, who thought that beating around the bush would help end the conversation faster since I wasn't going to see them anyway.

--- p.49 From “Answer that comes to mind only after I get home”

I try to defend myself by saying, 'What's wrong with seeing something that was posted for me to see?' but there is something about this spying that is harming me.
This spying makes me keep blaming myself.
I blame the act of looking itself, and it reminds me of the things I did wrong in my relationship with that person.
If you try to find what you did wrong, there's no end to it, but since you're not looking for it together with the other person, there's no one to correct you if you go in the wrong direction.
On the outside, only the eyes and hands move, but on the inside, it is damaged to the point of being close to a mess.

--- p.61 From “Self-harming espionage”

The team leader went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and I heard him wash his face and urinate.
Once again, I desperately wanted to get out quickly.
As soon as the team leader said goodbye and left, a male team member came in, washed his face, and peed.
Then he came out and said with a cheeky expression, “Get rich.”
Please go quickly.
I only said this to myself.

--- p.88 From “Fear-Avoiding Directors”

Throughout my life, whenever I've tried to lead or be at the center of social interaction within an organization, and it seemed like my efforts might bear some fruit, I've faced the collapse of that organization, and the thorns of despair left behind by the memories of those repeated collapses.

--- p.136 From “Friendship is a shortcut to destruction”

Should I deny my past self, a specialist in self-pity and a master of passive-aggression? Can I really deny it now? While I certainly have some flaws, didn't those times play a significant role in shaping my character?

--- p.159 From the “Review”