Finally after seven months, I'm homesick. It started with missing my friends' graduations and remembering my own, and it engulfed me after watching Prince Caspian in the theaters which not only took me back to the perfect day when Carly, Lizzy and I watched the first one, but it also brought on an onslaught of emotions from my childhood. Now this weekend I'm feeling even more nostalgic as my friends are rocking out to Death Cab in the streets of Columbia (and I just got a mullet of a hair cut which could add to my emo state).
I miss everything about my roomies, and wonder if there will ever be a time in my life where we'll all be together like in the last, amazing month. I miss Mama Helen, Lebron, and spastic Riley. I miss car rides with Gagers and hearing him say words like "shisshy" and "boob" for the first time. I miss crashing on Tia's couch and playing the roll of an old domestic couple. I miss the sound of the acoustic guitar and sing-longs with pots and pans. I miss long drives with the windows rolled down, aimlessly driving along without a purpose or destination. I miss gut wrenching conversations on the rooftop beside my window...
...but all of this, all that I mentioned, happened in a period of my life that is no longer. I can't go back, nor do I want to go back, but that doesn't mean that from time to time I won't miss it. Regardless if I would have come to Korea or not, I would have moved on with my life leaving behind a lot of people that are dear to me.
Although sometimes I miss stability and the allusive idea of home (oh, Zach Braff you said it perfectly in Garden State), I'm not sure when I'll permanently come back and get a "real job." I've extended my contract for an extra month, and in December Tara and I are backpacking across Southeast Asia for a few months. The plan is to come back home for a bit after my travels, reboot, and then do it all over again. I'm not sure if I'll want to come back to Korea, but I do know that one year of traveling and living abroad isn't enough. I've had that one little taste of adventure, and it's opened the door to endless possibilities. Traveling is such an addiction, and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to stop...and why should I? I have absolutely nothing holding me back. In these 7 months I've decided that I want to spend the majority of my 20's exploring, vagabonding, and living the life of a gypsy...
but...
...that doesn't mean I won't get homesick from time to time. I realize that now. To everyone back home, I miss and love you so much. You have no idea.
2 comments:
i miss you too elizabethtown! nothing's the same without you and even when its fun, it'd be way more fun if you were here. embrace the gypsy life.
nothing is permanent.
you got a mullet?
we miss you daily.
we're incredibly proud...
gager will still be here, only a little bigger and much more fun. you might actually bypass the terrible two's! (jealous)
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