It's funny- when you're on holiday- there usually comes a point when you crave a little of "home". You have a moment when you dream of sleeping in your own bed, eating home cooked meals and getting back into your routine. Even funnier- not once did this happen while I was in Australia. Arriving back at Seoul Airport was like placing a child in a large playroom without any toys. I was back home. Back in Korea. No palm trees. No blue sky. No Australian men. No English.
I realize I sound a little depressed, but aren't we meant to feel this way after any amazing holiday? I beleive that I had I travelled to Indonesia or Thailand- that Korea wouldn't have been so badly received. But I was back to the land of sign language, head nods and body-checking ( don't fool yourself the Korean elderly women pack a pretty mean elbow to make their way through just about anything).
It took a few days to re-adjust to Korean customs once again- but I'm back into the swing of things. With nearly six months left in Korea- I'm all about planning the next activity, and of course, the next holiday.
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