Seoul, South Korea
It wasn’t so long ago that I was gallivanting around Hongdae with my best friend Kerri, trying to visit as many coffeeshops and bookshops in Seoul as we could. As I mentioned in my last post, it’s strange to be back in a country where everyone speaks my language, where I’m not the only blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl in the room, where everything is so easy, so fast. It’s hard to make such a quick transition.
There is so much I have to do before heading off to America for a month, but all I want to do is ride around in cars and drink beer in the sun and catch up with my wonderful family and friends still living in my hometown. I suppose the problem with spending nearly eight months travelling is that you forget how to have responsibilities, you forget how to do anything but have fun.