Been 3 days since I'm back from Seoul.
And I'm already fervently missing the life there.
Don't get me wrong,
I miss my family and friends here.
But it's just... Suddenly I'm at a lost.
Days there have been so eventful,
Yet when I'm back suddenly there seems to be so much, yet so little to do.


I miss waking up next to Linda,
and all the hthts we had in Korea.
If anything, I'm really glad that this trip somehow connected her and I on a deeper level.
Truly thankful at how clearly she sees me sometimes, and how she understands me in a way that probably no one else can.
To me, she's become a sister that I never had.


So grateful for the friendships made.
All the fun we had, all the happy memories.


Bungee jumping would remain one of the best memories of Seoul Summer 2013.
That free fall feeling, that very moment when you feel yourself lose control.
Beyond liberating.


So close yet so far.
Even though we grew close only towards the end of the trip,
It feels like I have known you for a long long time.
And it was really surprising how fated (or not fated) we were.
A tinge of regret at how I didn't meet you earlier.
But hey,
better late than never right?
Sitting down and thinking it through,
perhaps now is the best time to meet you.
Because the old us would probably not even spare each other a look.
Fate does work in mysterious ways after all.


It has been a trip of dreams I must say.
Like a fairytale that I never want to wake up from.
I feel that I've changed,
somehow in Korea it feels as if I could take on the world and there is nothing to stop me.
Metamorphosis.


And in some way or another, it feels like I've left my heart behind.
I'm not me anymore.