Well. It’s been nine months since we landed on the wet crowded streets of Seoul. Just thinking back makes my stomach churn, just like it did then. Newly arrived in a foreign country, we stared with wide eyes at our new home: strange spicy smells; beautiful women in high heels; cracked sidewalks, men squatting at bus stops with cigarettes.
There were lots of things to make us nervous. But most of it was chalked up to the fact I had geniusly lost my passport in the first ten minutes in Asia.
We’re hoping things run smoother this time as we head out tomorrow for a week-long trip to the Motherland to see Sallie and Angus’s wedding and visit with close family and friends.
It’s weird being away from home for so long. Neither of us have spent this much time away.
We are looking forward to everything from eavesdropping on English conversations (doesn’t happen here!) to smells from an oven (no one has one here!). I’ve already gained two pounds just dreaming about the cookies and cakes and lasagna and anything else you can stick in an oven. Shoot, I might just jump in myself when I smell the aroma of Mom’s creamed-cheese cupcakes. You Fatty Munchers know what I’m talking about.
Other things we’re looking forward to: a happy wedding; hugs with family; meeting Reed; eating Mexican food (hint, hint, Martinsville); quality time with family; driving; American music; American TV (without illegally downloading); Black Mountain; Salsas; The Dripolater; and not being the minority for a week in a place where you get stared and pointed at just for walking down the street minding your own beeswax.
America, here we come!!!