I think I’ve finally recovered enough from my brother’s visit
(and my own brief visit to Seoul), to be able to reflect back and recognize what an epic time it was.
There were some losses, including sleep, my laptop (though that technically happened just prior to the start of the visit), and my razor (which I left at my friend’s place in Seoul–now I’m stuck grasping a tiny razor head in my fingers whenever I want to shave..). But they were far outbalanced by the gains: Fun adventures, unexpected discoveries about the city/country I live in, introducing my brother to new tasty foods, watching two different worlds of my life collide, and bouts of endless laughter.
Oh and I also got in a piggy back ride. (My brother is the only person with whom I feel comfortable asking for those.)
It was a very short, but very sweet time.
Before his visit, I was a little worried my brother might embarrass me in front of my friends. That fear came true. (Little brothers say the darndest things sometimes..)
But my other slight concern, that it would be weird visiting Seoul and the community I called home for 2.5 years, turned out to be unfounded. I was nothing less than incredibly refreshed seeing familiar faces and inhabiting familiar places. Eight months is a pretty long time to be separated from a place, and I’ve changed a lot, but some things don’t change that much. Or when they do, for the better.
Coming back from my short trip to Seoul, I carried with me a wealth of warm words, hugs, prayers, memories, and a bit of my brother’s leftover cash. (Thanks, bro!) I carry them still~