Leaving Seoul

It's 4:25 in the night and my alarm rings in an hour. Then in another hour we will take the bus to the Incheon airport. Bags are packed. It's over.

For the past week every day someone has left and we have said goodbye. It was like... Well, it didn't feel like this, when you're leaving yourself! I'm gonna miss so many things here, even though this is not a place or society I would move to for good.

The most of all, I'm gonna miss the life we had here. We were living in a fairytale, a dream world with no responsibilities but to be and enjoy. I know I'm not the only one feeling this way. And the worst thing is when we have to return to the real life and worries about whatsoever.

At times I thought that what the fuck is this exchange for? To show that this is the most fun you're ever gonna have, and the rest of your life is gonna be more or less shit making your way through the career tube until you get old and useless??

But I also realized that this has been a great opportunity to view your life from a broader perspective and to realize what you really want. That is: not what you're supposed to want.

One thing... I'm not always devastated, I usually have a good time. But for some reason I write this blog always when I'm feeling bad or something. I guess it's like therapy.

But anyway, it's sad to leave. It would be so much easier, if the cashier in a close by food mart and the coffee girl in our usual coffee place wouldn't start to cry when you told them you're leaving.

For some reason I always try as hard as I can not to cry in public.

Last night we went to a norebang.

For the last time...

But heads up now, girl! You're going to go backpacking in Southeast Asia for a month! It's gonna be great!

Now I have half an hour until my alarm. The birds are singing and it's getting lighter outside. I'm looking at the neighbour's brick wall for the last time.

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In the summary. Career tube: fuck you. Southeast Asia: here we come! (with Raita and Ho Yiu)