strange

It's getting close now. A week from this moment, I'll be boarding a bus which will take me to Incheon International Airport. From there I'll go to Tokyo, to Dallas, to Philadelphia.

It's a strange feeling. In a week there will be some other guy who lives my life. He'll live where I lived, work where I worked, eat where I ate, and drink where I drank. This past weekend I went to Daejeon, to say goodbye to my friends there. While there I ended up drinking for a bit at my old apartment, which is occupied now not by the guy who replaced me, but by the guy who replaced him. So, there the three of us were, who at one point have had the same job and apartment, the same life. We took a picture.

My imminent departure has me thinking about my future. When I left after year one, there was no doubt that I'd be coming back. It was just a matter of when. This year I'm still on the fence about it. Part of me says that I can't do this forever, the other part says that it's the only thing I know how to do. Part of me says I can't stand living in Korea anymore, the other part says I love this crazy place and I'm gonna miss the hell out of it. One thing is for sure: my health comes first. If I am healthy enough to come back, I'd put the chances of round 3 at 60/40.

On another note. Want to hear something odd about Korean TV censorship? I can turn the TV on at 11am and there will be a movie on that shows a woman's tits, uncensored. I can also turn it on at midnight and find a movie where they blur a cigarette when a guy takes a pull off it. I don't know who they are censoring that for, because if you even look outside your window in this country you're bound to see some guy lighting a smoke.