I know, i’m only 22. Who am i to know what it means to get old, right? But i can’t help feeling old and afraid when i…
…listen to the washing machine perform its usual final rinse. It’s not gonna sound the same in my Korean apartment.
…gather things to pack, growing wearier and hating myself for being so picky and demanding and attached to familiar objects. Why can’t i just up and leave with a couple of books and a few changes of clothes? Why do i need all this other shit to be content?
…catch my dad smiling at me and suddenly remember all the times i was a bad daughter. I don’t like feigning indifference when i’m on the phone with my parents, only to cry my eyes out afterward, because i really miss them.