Last week while I was planning my trip back to America and trying to navigate three states in 12 days while also trying to see many friends, I felt a sudden dose of relief when my itinerary arrived at the date I would arrive back in Korea.
And then I realized… Korea is my new home.
This was a scary thought, and one I was not expecting. It took me about four years to consider Connecticut as home, and even that was pushing it. Before Connecticut there was New Hampshire, Oklahoma, and East Tennessee… none of them were what I would call home.
There is my actual hometown, but I haven’t lived there since I entered my university’s summer school program directly after high school graduation in an effort to get out as quickly as possible.
But Korea… it feels like home.
…at least for now.
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