The time you have on exchange kinda feels like dog years.
Weirdest opening line ever I know.
But it's how you squeeze so many events, emotions, and activities into a single month when you look back you feel like you've lived months of it in real time.
But unfortunately while that is happening, you're still conscious of how fast the second hand moves, the minute hand moves, and then that hour hand just goes berserk on your watch. (My watch is broken by the way, second hand dropped when I was at a Jimjilbang)
It's the 19th of November. I have 1 month and 10 days left. Most of you don't even realise I've been away that long. Seems like only yesterday my Singapore friends are calming me down at the airport saying that everything will be alright, I'll make tons of friends and I'll fit in. And right now my friends HERE are calming me down, telling me it's alright and when I'm back in Singapore I'll settle down and move on from this void that will definitely form as a result of leaving this exchange behind.
I always have this thing where I space out, sit back and try soaking up the whole scene in front of me from a third person's point of view, like in a movie.
Times like sitting in a cafe studying, undisturbed because I can't be distracted by conversations going on around me because I'm not at a level to catch them.
Times like being at a party with dozens of different nationalities all trying to flick the loose metal thingi off a soju bottle as a game.
Times like how I received hand warmers randomly on the street because I look like a block of (foreign) ice standing against the harsh Korean winds.
And times where I just walk on the street with leaves falling with every step, standing at the traffic light with people who smile back and give a slight nod, acknowledging how horridly cold the temperature has turned in a span of a week.
I love these moments.
I am left with exactly 40 days.
Weirdest opening line ever I know.
But it's how you squeeze so many events, emotions, and activities into a single month when you look back you feel like you've lived months of it in real time.
But unfortunately while that is happening, you're still conscious of how fast the second hand moves, the minute hand moves, and then that hour hand just goes berserk on your watch. (My watch is broken by the way, second hand dropped when I was at a Jimjilbang)
It's the 19th of November. I have 1 month and 10 days left. Most of you don't even realise I've been away that long. Seems like only yesterday my Singapore friends are calming me down at the airport saying that everything will be alright, I'll make tons of friends and I'll fit in. And right now my friends HERE are calming me down, telling me it's alright and when I'm back in Singapore I'll settle down and move on from this void that will definitely form as a result of leaving this exchange behind.
I always have this thing where I space out, sit back and try soaking up the whole scene in front of me from a third person's point of view, like in a movie.
Times like sitting in a cafe studying, undisturbed because I can't be distracted by conversations going on around me because I'm not at a level to catch them.
Times like being at a party with dozens of different nationalities all trying to flick the loose metal thingi off a soju bottle as a game.
Times like how I received hand warmers randomly on the street because I look like a block of (foreign) ice standing against the harsh Korean winds.
And times where I just walk on the street with leaves falling with every step, standing at the traffic light with people who smile back and give a slight nod, acknowledging how horridly cold the temperature has turned in a span of a week.
I love these moments.
I am left with exactly 40 days.