Honestly, now.

It’s amazing how much stuff a person can amass in just a few years.  What is even more surprising to me is how attached I can get to all this junk.  In that way, I think moving is kinda good for me.  It certainly has limited the amount of shoes I have purchased. 

I fly out of Seoul, very possibly for the last time, in just 38 days.  While walking to the bus stop, I realized that I’m going to miss a few things about Korea.  I’m going to miss the insane bravery of the delivery guys on scooters.  They weave in and out of traffic at fantastic speeds, shoot around corners, and work in all kinds of weather. 

Thirty-eight days.  Huh.

Oh yeah, I made a wonderful shepard’s pie last night.  I didn’t take as long as I thought it would and it turned out to be really tasty.  This is good because I’ll be eating it for a week.

As much as I like Korea, I need to get out of here. Granted, I don’t know where I’ll end up. It’s funny for me to find myself in a situation where I don’t know in what country I’ll be living in a few months. But here’s what I do know. In 41 days, I’ll fly to Germany to see a friend from high school. After that, I’m not sure. I’d kinda like to get a job not in Asia. Working here is alright and traveling is awesome, but I seriously miss western culture, food, and the opportunity to blend in. I can do a lot of things in Korea, but blend in is not one of them. Right now, it’s way too early in the morning and I’d love to crawl back into bed. However, I have to get to class in about ten minutes and do my best imitation of perky and chipper. What are my plans? A nap in the near future and Germany in 41 days. After that, I haven’t a clue.