Fellow readers,
Who's down for a haiku? If so, here goes:
Whatever I do
If I'm working or at school
I'll always miss you.
I wrote this on Friday when I was trying to come up with material for my journal. Like this blog, I've been ignoring it. And when I came up with this gem I thought, now, this is status worthy and I posted it in my status. Of course no one commented, but I did get a few emails about it. Who was I missing? Was it someone in Seoul or someone in the States. Was it a friend or a lover? Is it me? You know you miss me.(Someone actually wrote that).
To clarify, no I wasn't missing that person, but when I at down to write it was the first thing that came up and it was significant. Here's what I mean: there's a lot that I miss, but it's very person specific. When I'd moved from Oakland to San Jose, I was missing everything! From my bike, to the restaurants, to my crazy lush of a British landlady. In Seoul I'm not missing it quite like that. Perhaps it's because I like Seoul as a city far more than I liked San Jose. Seoul is for the most part clean, I have a job with steady hours and a clean beautiful flat, and Koreans are friendly. There's lots to do so I enjoy the city. However, I really miss my friends. Like, the friends I had in the Bay. Or even some of the ones I had in Costa Rica. And my family. I miss them a lot. So when I said, you I was referring to you, as in some people, but more specifically, a time period. A time when I didn't have as many worries-- or perhaps they were different worries, but not as profound.
Who am I kidding? A lot of those are the same worries. Petty dramas that play themselves out like I never graduated from the 8th grade. I spoke to one friend in the States about my troubles and she said that my drama stays in middle school and she's right. Does so and so want to be my friend, why can't I be friends with so and so. Things like that. Real boring stuff. And in some way, that kind of drama is fun because it's harmless. No one's going to get really hurt. We're all too old, and all those scars from our youth are still tattooed on our psyche. There's too much damage to inflict even more damage. But anyway, there's this awareness that the whole thing is petty, and maybe I should be over it, or above and I'm not, and I don't have my same group of friends to ground me back to reality. Even friends who know me inside and out who can counsel me on my middle school problems in addition to my first world ones.
That's the thing that I've been missing. That's the you that I want to get back to. Even though I'm loving Seoul so far I really really miss my friends and family that made my home so homey.
Who's down for a haiku? If so, here goes:
Whatever I do
If I'm working or at school
I'll always miss you.
I wrote this on Friday when I was trying to come up with material for my journal. Like this blog, I've been ignoring it. And when I came up with this gem I thought, now, this is status worthy and I posted it in my status. Of course no one commented, but I did get a few emails about it. Who was I missing? Was it someone in Seoul or someone in the States. Was it a friend or a lover? Is it me? You know you miss me.(Someone actually wrote that).
To clarify, no I wasn't missing that person, but when I at down to write it was the first thing that came up and it was significant. Here's what I mean: there's a lot that I miss, but it's very person specific. When I'd moved from Oakland to San Jose, I was missing everything! From my bike, to the restaurants, to my crazy lush of a British landlady. In Seoul I'm not missing it quite like that. Perhaps it's because I like Seoul as a city far more than I liked San Jose. Seoul is for the most part clean, I have a job with steady hours and a clean beautiful flat, and Koreans are friendly. There's lots to do so I enjoy the city. However, I really miss my friends. Like, the friends I had in the Bay. Or even some of the ones I had in Costa Rica. And my family. I miss them a lot. So when I said, you I was referring to you, as in some people, but more specifically, a time period. A time when I didn't have as many worries-- or perhaps they were different worries, but not as profound.
Who am I kidding? A lot of those are the same worries. Petty dramas that play themselves out like I never graduated from the 8th grade. I spoke to one friend in the States about my troubles and she said that my drama stays in middle school and she's right. Does so and so want to be my friend, why can't I be friends with so and so. Things like that. Real boring stuff. And in some way, that kind of drama is fun because it's harmless. No one's going to get really hurt. We're all too old, and all those scars from our youth are still tattooed on our psyche. There's too much damage to inflict even more damage. But anyway, there's this awareness that the whole thing is petty, and maybe I should be over it, or above and I'm not, and I don't have my same group of friends to ground me back to reality. Even friends who know me inside and out who can counsel me on my middle school problems in addition to my first world ones.
That's the thing that I've been missing. That's the you that I want to get back to. Even though I'm loving Seoul so far I really really miss my friends and family that made my home so homey.
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