Summer vacation is finally here, and I’ve had my last Korean BBQ of the semester. My apartment is empty, and my entire life has once again been stuffed into two suitcases and checked in. Destination? Norway. On my schedule for the next week: Sleep, recharge the batteries, go hiking and enjoy the south before I go back to work in July.
But Korea, I will miss Korea. I will miss the food, the weather, the vibe, but most of all the people. More than 2 months seems like a dreadfully long time to be a part from people I see almost every single day. As Shakespeare put it: Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
See you when I see you, Korea!
*sigh* these farewells are always so bittersweet, looking forward to go home, but also missing the “new home” ;) When I was studying abroad I was totally awed by the geographical distance that lies between new and old home and it felt like literally crossing an ocean…
And yet, isn’t that the beauty of it? Distance creates appreciation for something. At least that’s how it works for me. :)