Even after three years, I miss Seoul. Each and every day.

There is nothing I would rather be doing right now than eating 부대찌개, sipping on 매실주 and strolling down 정동길, next to 덕수궁, with Jen arm in arm. When we lived in 서대문, we would just wander home under all the lights of Seoul. Very very dear memories.

Sometimes I would trade all of this current manifestation for another lazy summer evening wandering those streets. Endlessly searching; endlessly thankful.

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