9.9.2016

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I'm more than halfway into my journey here in Korea. I must say this has been one of the best experiences of my life. I am extremely lucky and grateful to have my family on my mother's side who really loves and cares for me. I have spent so much time with them this past week that we've really gotten to know each other and have great conversations (also my Korean has become KICKASS).

Things I have done:
  • got my hair done
  • got my nails done
  • walk like 15,000+ steps a day on the reg
  • drink soju like water
  • drink beer with everything
  • SAMGYUPSAL for life
  • Korean food (do I need to say more?)
  • saw my grandparents
  • saw my aunts
  • saw my Uncle who i haven't seen in over a decade
  • gotten to have a deeper relationship with my cousins
  • sweat everyday like I am swimming in a swimming pool
  • running and yoga
  • chicken and beer
  • saw the old Korean palaces
  • went to Coex
  • mastered the Korean subway
  • Korean has gotten better
 I have had to deal with some pretty intense things while I have been here. I know I will continue to do so. But as intense as I knew this trip was going to be, it has brought me so much joy to be here. I have FINALLY found my soul in Seoul. I never thought it would happen. The one thing I truly hated in my life was this place and the very tragic experience I had six years ago. But this places makes me feel alive; it makes me feel independent.

And it has loved me as much as I have loved it.
Thank you, Seoul.

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