by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
At lot — a LOT — of pretty dramatic and shitty stuff happened to me while I was in South Korea. Horrific stuff on an emotional basis. But as I continue to have lingering grief over all that bullshit, one thing remains — at least people cared about me back then.
Now, not so much.
I sometimes fear I that my time in Asia is kind of it. The highpoint of my life, period.
I have a lingering desire to return to South Korea one last time. Just to walk around my old haunts.
And, yet, I also know that, lulz, everything will have changed if I go back. To the point that it will be all — on an emotional basis — moot. Only a few South Koreans might remember me and that’s about it.
I still idly daydream about going back, though. And, sometimes, on occasion, I have a hunch that someone in South Korea is thinking about me really hard. And, what’s more, occasionally, someone from from South Korea pings this blog.
It doesn’t happen as often as it used to, of course.
Now, I just think about how all that craziness was a long time ago and nobody cares anymore.
