Now I’m on the bus leaving from Busan to Seoul. This time, I won’t come back. It’s raining outside and I’m sitting next to the window. The feeling of sitting on the bus this time is different from before. I used to feel either excited or tired on the bus. The feeling of excited was when I leave Busan to Seoul for a trip. This time. I feel happy and sad. I am happy because I finally move to Seoul, a dream city I want to be a part of and I am sad at the same time because I am leaving a city which contented so many precious memories.
Busan from a window of the bus today is so beautiful. Another reason that I am sad is when I realize that time flies so fast. It was like yesterday when I stepped on Korea and it’s been a year already. I have Continue reading