Summer I have a nasty habit to compare impressions, memories and feelings. Today was the last day of summer vacation, and I need a conclusion. This year I didn't work, didn't challenge myself, didn't hike to the Elbrus' summit or something like that. Just lived? I spent an entire month in Seoul, but don't feel any kind of personal fulfilment. How can I entitle it? Mental hunger? I don't know. I didn't use all of the opportunities. I lost those hours in a personal paradise that I had. There is nothing to do about it and nothing to change. Had so many questions, but didn't get even a single answer. But, anyway, I was so happy there. Isn't it happiness, to find a place where you are home? I miss all of the kinds of 불닭볶음면, countless cafes and coffee, fashion, atmosphere, language. I've tried so many times, but still can't explain what exactly is the reason of that feeling. It's not about pink glasses. I'm not a k-pop fan or k-drama lover. It's like your old home shoes. So cozy, so convenient. You respire and forget about everything. WELCOME HOME, GIRL, YOU MISSED IT SO MUCH. But now you are back home. Be happy, because all of those memories are yours.