Today, I feel homesick. But I'm already at home. So this is a weird feeling. I feel homesick for the world around me. It’s been a long time since I’ve used my passport. I wonder what exotic sounds and smells await in India, how much snow has fallen in the Argentine Andes, and how it would feel to speed through jungle on a zip-line in Costa Rica. This time of year, I’m usually caveman-talking, using what little Korean language I know, living in downtown Seoul. I’m bargaining with married ladies in underground shopping malls and sampling the seasoned flavors of samgyopsal at Kogi Kogi restaurant. My body and my mind misses the adventure.
It’s now lunchtime; I’m halfway through my 9 to 5. Most days, I enjoy it. But today, as I bite into my Ruben sandwich, my mind steers unclear. I think about the time I began to tolerate sauerkraut (snacking between beers at Oktoberfest in Germany), and the time Dave and I were on a mission to eat his favorite American-Irish dish, corned beef and cabbage, while driving across Ireland.
My mind wandered today as I listened to my Travel Memories playlist in the car: The Turkish Sabri Aleel song I belly danced to in Korea, Powderfinger’s Sunsets triggering memories of Laurent’s and my New Zealand road trip, soon followed by Journey's Don't Stop Believing, my snowboarder crew’s theme song in Vail 2008. I feel nostalgic for the great times of past trips. How cool it was to make new friends in Australia and Thailand and how wonderful it was to reunite with old friends in Hungary and Switzerland.
When will TravelingJules do it again?
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