It is almost three months now. It will be officially three months on March 23.
I miss S. Korea very much. I miss the sights, the noise, the people, the food...and yes, the smell.
I feel like I'm drowning, suffocating, and losing myself to this complex and dog-eat-dog world.
As I reflect back on my experiences in South Korea, I realized that Korea was the only place where I didn't have to be myself. Or, I can be myself. I had a choice.
Coming back home was more difficult than I expected. I came back to a totally living environment. A dorm where a roommate had already established herself. My roommate in S.Korea definately was the best. Ah well, what can I do? It's like I'm just living chapter by chapter. Pretty soon, this chapter of my life will be done.
South Korea. I've been retracing my steps...walking up the streets of Yonsei University, smelling the god-awful smell of ovulating ginko trees, and observing the leaves turning color. I pictured myself stolling down Ewdae shopping district, stopping by the little stalls, and buying myself a waffle. How I miss South Korea.
My one regret? I regret that I didn't say a proper good bye to South Korea and I regret that I didn't get a chance to volunteer at the orphanages.
All can really say is that... I went, I saw, and I changed.
I miss S. Korea very much. I miss the sights, the noise, the people, the food...and yes, the smell.
I feel like I'm drowning, suffocating, and losing myself to this complex and dog-eat-dog world.
As I reflect back on my experiences in South Korea, I realized that Korea was the only place where I didn't have to be myself. Or, I can be myself. I had a choice.
Coming back home was more difficult than I expected. I came back to a totally living environment. A dorm where a roommate had already established herself. My roommate in S.Korea definately was the best. Ah well, what can I do? It's like I'm just living chapter by chapter. Pretty soon, this chapter of my life will be done.
South Korea. I've been retracing my steps...walking up the streets of Yonsei University, smelling the god-awful smell of ovulating ginko trees, and observing the leaves turning color. I pictured myself stolling down Ewdae shopping district, stopping by the little stalls, and buying myself a waffle. How I miss South Korea.
My one regret? I regret that I didn't say a proper good bye to South Korea and I regret that I didn't get a chance to volunteer at the orphanages.
All can really say is that... I went, I saw, and I changed.
