Well, I can't believe it but my time in Korea has officially come to a close. I am finished with work, have said goodbye to everyone, and I am heading to the airport in about 5 hours. It has been an emotional, bittersweet week. I am so excited about my eminent travels, but also incredibly sad to leave this place I now call home.Having had to work almost up until the very end has made the leaving process A)stressful, B)abrupt, and C)"non-transitional" (thank you for the word, Romeo). It's just been work-work-work, then boom! Move out! And then, woah, time to go to the airport!
It's been hard to wrap my mind around the fact that I will not be returning to this place in the immediate future. Sure, maybe next year I'll come back, but in the mean time, there are no plans to return. That's crazy! It feels like I am just going on a long vacation, but I'll have to return at some point. Maybe that's my subconscious telling me that I do need to come back for another year... Hmm...
Anyway, Romeo and I spent the last week saying our goodbyes. Mostly, we said goodbye to the proprietors of the restaurants we frequent. LOL we have about 4 or 5 local places that we go to so often, they know our order and chat with us regularly. So, I felt that we needed to say goodbye, even if just to let them know they meant something to us in our time in Korea. So, here are some goodbyes we said this week:
|We loved this place that made the best dakgalbi in Korea (in our opinion). The owner was awesome! We loved her.|
|Once again, the best Indian food in Korea happened to be located in our neighborhood. Lucky us! They knew our order when we walked in.|
|This sweet 7-Eleven lady was always kind to me (I gave her truffles for New Years!), and I will miss her kindness.|
|Our favorite Korean BBQ place!!! The guys who worked here were awesome. Too bad the photographer here was the coolest one, who danced to k-pop when he thought no one was watching.|
|This was my crazy landlord, Mr. Kim. He often made indiscernible Korean noises when he saw either of us walking, but he was always so good natured. Probably the soju-induced fog that permanently surrounded him...|
|After emptying my apartment... one last photo!|
|I had an epic year in room 305, I will miss it (kind of!) I don't think I'll ever live in a smaller apartment.|
As you can see, we really made some connections to this place, and the people. The dakgalbi lady told us that when we come back to Korea (not "if"), we must go to her restaurant again. And she offered us a free meal, but we will be gone by then.
Mr. Kim told us he loved us (drunkenly, but it counts).
My 7-Eleven lady actually came around the counter and hugged me, and looked like she might cry. My CU lady (not pictured), shook my hand and poured my drink for me (I guess that was a small gesture).
The Indian food people didn't seem too upset but wished us luck and were kind none-the-less.
I really love the community here and I will miss so many of the people. But, here's to bigger and better things!! Europe, here we come!!