![]() ![]() I’m guzzling shamelessly in public because I’m young and I’m thirsty and I’m feeling so good from a night of feasting with friends that I don’t care what anyone thinks of me on this bus, which is nearly empty except for us, in a city that I’ve called home for nearly seven years.Īlmost eight years have passed since that wild night, and as I recall it now, back here in the United States amid yet another wave of the coronavirus pandemic and potential lockdowns, I feel a desperate pang of longing for Seoul. My head tipped back, eyes closed in euphoria, I’m drinking wine straight from the bottle. ![]() I’m dressed sharp - no self-respecting Korean would ever leave their apartment looking anything but - and bundled in a glossy down coat. There’s a blurry photo of me, taken on one of my last nights in Seoul, taken on a city bus as it sped past blinking Gangnam lights. ![]()
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