Cut my Asia trip short by a week, so I’m currently sitting at home, on my Mac (oh, how I missed you!), and am now waiting for a file to finish downloading (Nell on Yoo Hee Yeol) after having edited together a compilation of photos (brace yourselves). Actually felt a bit sad at leaving Korea once I’d settled into my seat after the flurry of actually getting my ticket, retrieving my stuff from luggage storage, making it through security, and getting to the gate on time, but I’d say my sadness was tied more in the idea of things I cannot quite explain than anything else.
(There’s been a helicopter hovering outside for at least thirty minutes, and it is trying my patience.)
Now that I’m home, it feels like I never left, like Asia was all just a dream or a long time ago, because nothing’s changed since I’ve been gone, but time keeps on ticking, and I’ve only a week-and-a-half before it’s off to New York, off to law school (oh dear), off to the next phase of things — and this also means a week-and-a-half to edit manuscripts and write a novella because the truth, really, is that going to law school doesn’t mean much as far as writing goes, because it’s not going to change, this hoarding of time to write or this weighing of priorities because something so life-long and instinctual as chasing words isn’t bound — or meant — to fade.