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I've come to the realization that the 4th Annual Anything is the key year. It's been special, unique, and successful enough to go for three full years and requires a follow-up forth, but it's not yet an institution such that you feel you can't get in now.
More random thoughts: England is not a big food country. Food isn't served at pubs. Let me tell you, at 4 pm on Fridays at the local pub, a plate of nachos would really satisfy. People don't cook for each other; don't alternate hosting responsibilities; don't have enough glasses and chairs to facilitate a proper dinner party. I miss all of that. Hard.
I think the opposite of missing is yearning. When I'm here or was there, I missed home, miss Korea now. When I'm home, I yearn to be elsewhere, to travel, to see more of what else is out there. It's a double-edged sword: no matter where you wind up at any one moment, there are still unfinished tasks, unwalked paths, unspoken words.
Maybe I'm a bit restless.
I can't stop listening to the National and perhaps it's not the genre of music that elevates one's mood in the right kind of way on a Saturday morning. I just want to make a big pot of coffee, read, and stay really, really close to my bed. God, that sounds a bit morose, non?
Time to make a move.
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