We’re back here in Seoul.
I woke up on my first morning wondering “where’s my breakfast?”. There’s no one to say, “ate, kain na po kayo”.
Yesterday, we got ready to go to the playroom at the second floor of the building. Six months away from here, my Little Dynamo has apparently forgotten where the playroom is. Thinking that we are going far, he suddenly asked for our driver back in the Philippines, “Where is Kuya Ryan?”. “There is no Kuya Ryan here. We are back in Seoul, remember?“. “So, who is the driver here?”
Such is the contrast of our Philippine life and our Seoul life. A Korean visitor teased me the night before we left for Seoul, “You are a queen here in the Philippines. Are you ready to go back to Korea?“. I answered with laughter and “I am a slave in Seoul. A slave with three masters“.
Whewww!!! Got to settle down… my mind, my body and my spirit!