I am, all of a sudden, very tired of packing and unpacking.
Don't get me wrong. I'm still the travel bug that love the trill of travelling and learning about new cultures etc.
And I am still freaking good at packing all my stuff into my trusty old backpack.
And I am very sure, this is just a momentary vent of frustration because I'm leaving home later.

I'm so envious of others, staying near to home, a place familiar and full of warmth.
I just wish I'm anchored to a more stable life, with a proper home, proper wardrobe for clothes, proper kitchen, proper everythinggggggggg!!!
I don't want to leave my super proper life right now to go back to that basement in Seoul. Seriously, BASEMENTS!!! I don't know how or why humans turned underground places into homes for people to live in.

Maybe life in Seoul wouldn't be that bad when I start working and I get a place of my own.