I’ve been home for a few weeks.
I’ve been unpacking boxes and organizing closets filled with my things. On the one hand it feels nice to be home–to laugh with my family, to sleep in my bed, to watch my beloved Lord of the Rings extended editions repeatedly…
But as soon as I step out of the tranquil, verdant neighborhood surrounding our house, I don’t quite feel at home. I’ve visited Korea before–almost every year–but visiting and living are two different experiences. My mom feels this even more. Despite knowing the language, we sometimes feel like two fish flapping awkwardly against Korea’s flow.
So far this year I feel like I’ve been sowing crop after crop in location after location. I have not yet tasted the victory of harvest–just been trying to adjust every time I’m placed in a new setting. Trying to make the most out of unfamiliar places…
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.