If I had an extra hour every day, I'd use it to practise the violin again, which I haven't touched properly since I left school. I'm a thirty-four-year-old pharmacist in Seoul, and I work long shifts, so free time is pretty rare.
I'd do it at home, in the small spare room of our apartment, which at the moment is full of boxes. I'd clear a corner, put up a music stand and maybe hang something on the walls so the sound doesn't annoy the neighbours too much. Early evening would probably be best, after dinner but before I'm too tired.
Most of the time I'd spend it alone, because practising is quite a private thing, especially when you're rusty and squeaking. But once a week I'd love to play with my old school friend Jiwoo, who plays the cello. We used to perform together in a youth orchestra, and we've talked for years about playing again but never found the time.
I'd choose this because music used to be a huge part of who I was. From the age of eight to eighteen, I practised every day, and I loved the feeling of slowly mastering a difficult piece. Then university and work took over, and the violin just stayed in its case under the bed. I sometimes feel I've lost a part of myself. My job is very precise and stressful, and playing music uses a completely different side of the brain. Even twenty minutes of playing used to calm me down more than anything else. With an extra hour, I could finally bring that back into my life.