Epilogue: What Stayed With Me
Two months ago, I got on a plane to South Korea with a suitcase that was definitely too full and expectations that were… probably even fuller. I told myself this trip would be about learning Korean, exploring the country and somewhere along the way figuring out what sets my soul on fire. Now I’m back home and the funny thing is: I don’t feel like I’ve “finished” anything. If anything, it feels like I’ve just opened something up. Because when I think back on these two months, it’s not just the big moments that come to mind. Of course, they’re there: the start of my language course, travelling across the country, figuring out how to survive (and thrive) in a completely different environment. But what really stayed with me are the smaller, quieter moments. Like walking through Seoul and slowly realising I didn’t feel like a complete outsider anymore. That I had favourite places. That I knew which side of the escalator to stand on and where to position myself on the platform without thinki...