FINDING SEOUL 1

I study the quiet and sleepy faces around me in the “foreigner” immigration line. We shuffle along as the “resident” line across the way from us empties. It feels a little strange to be in the line with foreigners because technically, I am coming home.

FINDING SEOUL 4

If I could dig my bare toes into the ground, scrunch the earth between my toes and somehow immerse myself in my surroundings I would. If it wouldn’t be rude, or be weird, I would walk off by myself for an hour or two, sit in the middle of the lawn somewhere, let the past find me.

FINDING SEOUL 5

All of those times I felt like I was blindly grabbing for something that was already at my fingertips. Could this be the reason why? I simply hadn’t been in the room when they were giving out those particular tools and resources to all the other children.