Also can't stop listening to 사랑은 아야야. And it makes me think of Seoul. In my relatively short 23 years on earth, I can name the changing points of my life. Hmmm like a collection of short stories. Each not necessarily linked, and each influenced by whoever I had around me.
But the only time in recent years I felt I was really who I actually am was when I was in Seoul. Cos that was the one true time I was alone. Granted, not literally alone, but still alone enough. In a foreign country, with no one who knew me before. I miss it so freaking bad. The fresh start, the walking the streets feeling so free and inconsequential.