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it's been a month and i say i'm happy. people ask about the piercing and tattoos and i say, "i have a high pain tolerance." they call me brave. i'm not.
change is not a big deal anymore, and i keep wanting it. one day i'll run out of ways to change.
seoul. it snowed during the afternoon we took our suitcases out of the taxi. my hands were burning with cold.
i can't remember and i'm scared of forgetting. yesterday's meals. memories i'll be making here. memories i've already made back home. i'm scared of how when i feel myself holding on to a memory in the moment it's happening, it immediately feels like it never happened after the moment's passed.
"i don't want to be a footnote in the story of your life." - emma morley
thinking of the people i love every day. i never knew it was physically possible to cry so much. i'm terrified and alone. i miss my mother. and my father. and just a few months ago i couldn't wait to not be in their presence anymore. love is a weird thing, in the way it can sometimes surpass hate.
a late night scribble from a few days ago:
i have lost my khala ammi's ring. in my imagination, it was a golden twisting snake with a rhinestone head, only worn on my longest finger, the only finger it fit.
i have lost my khala ammi's ring. i had once almost lost it, on my way home from a red wedding. it had fallen onto my lap on a plane.
i have lost my khala ammi's ring. her brother had it crafted on his first trip to saudi, his first time on a plane.
i have lost my khala ammi's ring. she gave it to me as an heirloom upon which my mother immediately warned, "don't trust her with anything made of gold." my mother is a fortune teller, and it's always for the worst.
i have lost my khala ammi's ring. i had been telling stories of lost gold mere days ago, to a dear friend and a stranger.
i have lost my khala ammi's ring. khala ammi is the youngest sister and her loving brother who had once been to saudi has long passed.
i have lost my khala ammi's beautiful, golden ring, and once, i had hung on to it, thinking of the promise i had made to her, "i will keep it safe." // on love, loss and guilt.
screenshot of one of my pinterest boards:
credit for me starting this blog goes to the nostalgia of reading all the previous ones that study abroad kids made. i wanted to invest in a grid journal for the longest time but i just can't find the perfect one that calls out my name, hence we resort to a classic: girl blogging <3!!
there's less than two weeks to go until i leave for south korea and i am absolutely terrified. the only thing holding me together are the reassuring strangers on the internet, some convincing me not to pack a hair dryer, some saying bringing their own was the best decision they ever made, and everyone's experiences are so nice to bask in until i'll have my own ones to share.