It is an odd feeling visiting a place for just a couple days after you have lived there for a few years. It feels like I am floating. I know the patterns of daily life, but am not engaging in them. I sense the societal norms, yet have no pressure to conform to them.
I am not a tourist because I know my way around, but I have forgotten important details. Which bus do I take to get to Gangnam? Whatever, I'll just take the subway. I am in no rush. Often times the comfort of doing what is known is worth sacrificing efficiency. Oh...Huh, there is a subway line that runs directly from Jeongja to Gangnam? That's new.
As you can tell from the haphazard collection of ideas, I am having difficulty expressing myself. Maybe it is the jetlag. Maybe it is the transience of my stay. But I think it is that Korea has never felt like home.
I am not a tourist because I know my way around, but I have forgotten important details. Which bus do I take to get to Gangnam? Whatever, I'll just take the subway. I am in no rush. Often times the comfort of doing what is known is worth sacrificing efficiency. Oh...Huh, there is a subway line that runs directly from Jeongja to Gangnam? That's new.
As you can tell from the haphazard collection of ideas, I am having difficulty expressing myself. Maybe it is the jetlag. Maybe it is the transience of my stay. But I think it is that Korea has never felt like home.
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