Korea was interesting, if only for the feeling I had when I got off the bus into the old neighborhood. As I was walking back “home”, it was as if I had never left. The place was that familiar. The first week I was there, I was riding on cloud nine. There was so much hope: my friend had told me that he knew a couple hot gyopo chicks (a gyopo is a Korean raised in another country — I’m one), and New York was just like it had been a dream. Then the weekend hit, and turned out only one of the chicks could I meet, and we just didn’t hit it off. Then, Sunday, the elders set me up with someone who was all unhappy during the whole time I sat with her, and then I realized as I was leaving from the meeting that I had dated this person before, once back in like February. Which, of course, could only mean that I had dated every single woman in Seoul, and they were starting to repeat. So the second week, I was kinda down. Then I was back in New York, and the same (in a sense) feeling that Monday: it was like I had never left. Perhaps one day, I can say that about more parts of the world.
