If this were a chapter in a book I would have to call it “heightened senses.”
When I tasted cilantro in the salsa last night at a Mexican restaurant I knew I was home. Funny, I thought to myself, I never tasted it that strong before. But I wanted to eat big handfuls of it, and I am quite sure Lindsay thought about snorting it.
That strong taste of cilantro has been kind of like being home this week. Everything, everybody I have seen I have wanted to have in big handfuls. Family, friends, random people on the street and green trees and chirping birds I have wanted to hold on to and take a big whiff of.
It is lucky I am home for my big sister’s wedding and been able to see a cornucopia of friends and family. Mixing all those people together was absolutely surreal. I couldn’t get enough of their faces. I felt like I was taking in every detail. I could hardly pull myself away from them.
I am not just talking about my aunts, uncles, best friends or my older sister’s friends I use to crush on. I am also talking about my mom’s college roommate, my dad’s best hiking buddy, old next door neighbors that use to let me use their pool, old friends of my parents and my many adopted parents. It was almost too much.
They were all completely fascinated by Korea. “Do it while you’re young,” they all said. It was a confirmation of what I was doing in Korea, but also a reminder that I am, for better or worse, completely and hopelessly in love with the people in my life.