My last day in Seoul was one spent much hungover. Inability to really do anything but lay on the couch (because the bed had been occupied by two friends already), txting home and wondering when I should wake up to fill my stomach. That eve, after a massive shop at Muji, I met with Dahee (who had recently flew in from Mumbai), Yura and Su Ceum. Not only was this the last days for me, but Yura is on a scary but exciting solo adventure- walking from Paris to Spain (or perhaps the other way around, i’m not sure), Camino trail I believe it’s called. (I couldn’t be more fucking proud of her). The only friend missing that eve was Hyewon, in which we were drinking with the night before. It’s funny, a lot of Koreans pick up certain accents and mannerisms from all learning English from the same places- but these four share a few mannerisms completely different to others, ones i’ve grown very accustom too and truly make up a part of their personalities. A very generous and kind four i’ve been happy to know these past few years.
So as it comes to it, this was not really only my final days left in Seoul but theirs, as a group, too. I have much respect for the four- friends from university and well beyond. Everyone always leaves New Zealand, so it’s really no different but I didn’t really think that people would want to escape from Seoul as well (“who would want to leave Seoul?? It’s amazing!” the wanderlust, romantic, idealistic version of me says). It seems a time where everyone is beginning to make tracks, and i’m infinitely proud of them for doing so and undertaking such scary adventures. As i’m always reminded, 회자정리 거자필반(會者定離 去者必返), friends will inevitably meet again.
So these are final days in Seoul (for now).