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Well well.

One day and a half before the departure to Korea.
This time is only three weeks, by the way. Some people thought that it was for good this time, but believe me, if I was leaving for good, I would've made more time to see each and everyone of you to say goodbye properly.

I have been thinking about going to Korea every single day for a year and a half... basically since the moment when I set foot back on Canadian land, that one thought was the only thing that I could use as a support for my emotional unstability and as a drive to compensate for my lack of academic competence. Sounds dramatic, as usual but it's so true.
"I must become a better person and I must study harder, so that when I go back, I won't have anything to be ashamed of". This kind of thought often popped in my mind.

So every single day, I thought of it... and every single day, I had multiple thoughts of many people, too many for a normal person to remain sane, to be honest... (Not that I am not normal, but I definitely think that my way to think/number of "thoughts about the others" is at a much higher level than most people...)

And now finally here it is. In two days, I am heading off.
But for the first time, I am feeling somewhat... reluctant. I am nervous. I am scared.
And I don't know why...
But I know that when the plane lands at Incheon Airport, all those fears and nervousness will disappear. I am going home, finally.
Keumerz @ 11:08 PM<


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