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10 Jun 2009 Leave a Comment
in family, personal, relationship, seoul Tags: going home, home, korea, parents
i didn’t go to korea to visit my parents this week as planned. it must sound so bad. but i feel really really good about this. i know my parents love me. i know i love them. but where does the desire to want to see them or to spend time with them come from? i’m not really getting a huge overwhelming sense of guilt nor the desire to go visit them. i have felt this way for a few years now. okay, maybe i have felt this way for over a decade. living away from one’s parents, when you visit your parents, one would think that you feel at home when you go visit, right? i don’t feel like i am visiting home when i go to visit my parents in korea. all i feel is that i am visiting my parents in the place they happen to be living. korea doesn’t seem like the place in which i grew up. i don’t feel at home there. i don’t feel at home with my parents either. strangely, but honestly, i feel at home in otherways, in other places, with other people. feeling at home is a mysterious and delicate feeling. and lately i don’t know where i feel at home. i sure do love to rest on my bed though, in my room, in the apartment i live with my sister. 
