Annyong, Lindsay here.
As Whit has said, it’s pretty surreal that we’re back. It felt strange for about a day, and then, just like no time had passed at all, we slipped back into our normal Korean routine like cold feet in warm, welcoming slippers.
Kimchi abounds (is it possible I love it even more this time around?). Air quality is hit or miss (a miss, today). My Korean language skills still leave much to be desired. I’ve already hit up Gmarket (picture Amazon Prime for Koreans) for five different pieces of furniture. Life is ticking away, yet again, in the Far East.
There were some things I thought I would miss when we left the States again. Last year, I had slipped back very easily in the comforts of wide open spaces, no rules on what you throw in your trash can, and the glorious, life-altering invention of a clothes dryer.
So it surprised me this week when I started pulling out the wet, cold clothes from my 1950s green Samsung washing machine and started hanging them up on the lines on our 18th floor balcony. I was actually enjoying myself. There is something relaxing (even therapeutic, maybe?) about doing a task so simple. A task that helps me slow down in this busy life and think about a blouse blowing in the wind beneath the sun. It also doesn’t hurt that this is my view.