Off to Seoul searching for love
In spite of overwhelming fatigue, I’ve triumphantly navigated the airspace of Internet travel and purchased a round-trip ticket to Seoul to see Rusty this weekend. It will have been almost a month since I last saw him. I remember how we separated at Singapore’s Changi airport in January earlier this year.
By far, it was one of the most difficult. Because my parents were also at the airport, I couldn’t even take his hand. We parted. I cried all the way home in the car.