I have arrived in Europe for a while now and I have had a bit of time to cool down and adjust. Getting rid of my jetlag took a while, but I seem to be slightly over it now.
It all still seems unreal, I still feel like I am in Korea, I keep dreaming about what I am going to do in Seoul the following day. So, when I wake up, opening my eyes and looking up at the ceiling, I realise that something is off and I have a couple of moments of doubt, unsure of where I am, until I realise that I am in my room in France. Every morning starts with doubt. Doubting everything. Doubting that I am in Europe. Doubting whether I really lived in South Korea for three months or not. Trying to figure out how much of it was just as a dream and how much of it was reality. It takes a while. Every morning.
I go over it all in my head again. I repeat it every morning, as to not forget, and as to believe. Because: “every time a child says: ‘I don’t believe a fairies’ a fairy somewhere falls down dead!” as Peter Pan so truly says. That’s why I have to believe; I’m not killing anymore fairies.
It has already been over a week since I left Seoul.
Over a week since I had my last meal in South Korea; Samgyetang at a restaurant close to City hall.
Over a week since I said my last goodbyes to my friends in Korea at a certain bus stop in Seoul as they helped me carry my luggage.
I’ve brushed my teeth with my new super-cool frog toothbrush for the first time, seen our new swimming pool for the first time and read a manga in French for the first time this summer.
