I am sitting in my half-empty apartment. I do not know how its even possible to be only half empty. I swear, I gave away everything worth giving away. I threw away everything worth throwing away. *sigh* Life is hard. But nobody told me packing would be this hard….
But I keep going. The thought of going home…that keeps me going. Ahhh…it almost feels like I am breaking up with Korea. Weird, but that’s just how I feel. I guess me leaving is like pulling an “it’s not you, it’s me” kinda excuse. Yes Korea, it’s not you, it’s me.
After hearing my students scream “Peenishy” every day. I can finally say it too. Yes! I peenishy! No more Korea. Olleh~~~
Oh Korea. I think I will miss you.
I will never forget the way drunken men are passed out all over the place by 10 pm. I will never forget living in a building where you can also find a “massage” parlour and a place called “Kiss ME”…Nor will I ever forget the sheer amount of glitter sprayed over everything….nor the fake flowers in every fake Italian restaurant. I guess I won’t forget the awkwardness of Korean bosses either. Yes Korea….I will miss these things.
But remember, it’s not you, it’s me. And right now, I peenishy.
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