a note from the crossroads

Dear Self,
Here we are, on the corner of life and life. Your existence fits snugly into 2 large suitcases, and your current city is Seoul, South Korea. You're trying to find beauty here, and you're getting glimpses of people who might be significant in your continual growth. But not yet; it's early, and you must remember that and remind yourself of it often. This is an adjustment. It's actually hitting me that we're here, and I can't fathom the image of all my friends and family members dreaming in their comfy homespaces while we wander aimlessly around Kyung He University, sweating through dresses and grumbling over the whiteness of rice at the cafeteria. Don't be that person - don't let yourself. Grandpa said you must stretch out your neck to get somewhere, and so we have done. What he didn't say is that you must continue to stretch it out in order to breathe. To breathe, you must push through and trust that what now feels foreign and lonely will soon be warm and comfortable. As a nester, you and I long for that comfort -- the comfort that knows how to get there and what it will look like. Without images stored, I feel blank and confused... looking around for the faces I rely upon seeing, and the places I rely upon to catch me when I fall. Soon, this place will be that place. For now, it's just South Korea, and we've yet to understand what that means.
with love,
E