I love Korea. But it’s hard. But it’s not really, it’s easy. But still, it’s hard.
Does that make sense?
Probably not. But it’s difficult to compress my feelings about living here for such a long period. In one sense, it’s fucking awesome: it’s futuristic but traditional, it’s fascinating, functional and unique. It’s kind of like being a massive nitty, you’re on top of the world one minute and in the toilet the next.
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