Home Sweet Home

Well, I safely made it back from Korea on Sunday night. I left Seoul Station around 7am and got home around 7:30pm. What better way to be welcomed home than with a blizzard? Luckily the taxi driver already knew where I lived. He told me it'll stop snowing soon and to be excited for June when things start turning green again. He's a nice guy.

After a week of living out of my backpack, it's nice to be home. It's nice to have a fridge stocked with...OJ, Pepsi, and eggs. It's nice to know where things are. It's nice to sleep in my own bed. There's something nice about having some place to call my own. While being in civilization was great, I've come to love my quiet little village. Starbucks, restaurants, shopping, trains, subways--all cool things. But coming home to a blizzard, talking to the taxi driver like he was an old friend, and not even having to tell him where I lived...that's what I missed about home. The stars are brighter in the dark silence. And it's beautiful.

No classes this week, so I'm at the office every day studying and trying to be productive. Today I cleaned out my desk drawers. Definitely needed to happen. Don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow...or the rest of the week...or all of next week. Things are still busy and hectic and I'm exhausted (still recovering from kimchi overload). I'll post pictures and perhaps a more coherent recap of the trip this weekend.