By Korean standards I turned 25 a couple of days ago. I write this on board a flight home to New Zealand. What I wish for in reality cannot become so, all holidays must come to an end at some point and for me that point ended 7 hours ago.
Over the past year I think i’ve grown up.. a lot. From being 23 i’ve travelled solo for the first time (I mean truly solo, not just a mini trip.. it’s scary but it’s a huge wake up), i’ve made it across to South Korea, and Paris. I’ve exhibited quite extensively this last year, it’s nice to see recognition to my work. With each year I really do wonder how life gets any better- sometimes I think i’ve peaked and from here it’s all down hill. So many times I just wish to hold on to the now, why move on from one particular moment. If I were to have any regrets (and perhaps I do, i’m not sure yet..) leaving and not sticking out particular moments would be one of them.
On the eve of the 20th I spent one of my last days celebrating a new age, new friends, old friends, best friends and saying goodbye to all of them. We met at Numi’s place of work on the rooftop of Seoul Saloon bar. Somehow everything worked out that night, the Typhoon that hit Seoul a few days earlier and blown over and warm air was out. I can’t thank everyone enough for the unexpected gifts, the cake and songs (the first time i’ve had anyone sing happy birthday to me, in korean! actually the first birthday i’ve had outside of new zealand.. and the first party i’ve had since a very young age).
Obviously the night flowed with beer, cake, and ending with Soju in a tent bar on the footpath of Itaewon. Despite obvious celebrations, the air of the night was particularly sentimental- with most friends leaving Seoul this year in sights of a grand future, I hope one day we can all meet again in Seoul one day.. some day..whenever we next cross paths again.