Yesterday it was so deliciously warm I walked home from the subway instead of taking the bus and grinned most of the way. You would be grinning too if after months of shivering you were strolling down the neon studded main road in Janandong with your coat unbuttoned and orchestrated video game music shuffling through your ipod. No, trust me, the music is an integral part of it all. Just try it some day.
Anyway, Seoul is a bitch, so the next day it decided to snow. And since the ground is still warm I walked to work today through something that looks like what I imagine would be coming out of the Snow Queen's nose when she has a cold. Stewy, lumpy, grey and goopy mush as far as the eye can see. My jeans are soaked through the ankle, I was late to work for the first time ever, and I arrived in a rotten mood, cursing out Seoul as if this was her fault and not some slanted effect of global warming.
BUT. Today Maggie arrives! Maybe the weather is her fault. I'm supposed to meet her at good old Caffe (sic) Bene, where I hope to dear god that I will manage to finish something of my law school application. Oh the adventures we shall have over these 2 and a half days. I can see Seoul just stumbbornly sticking with the awful weather. Out of spite. This is what happen when people try to leave me! - she says. Or maybe in our love/hate relationship I've just hated her too often. She a sensitive soul, no pun intended.
Question for all of you adults out there. Is this really it? The rest of my life will just be a patchwork of exhaustion, coffee, grumbling, coffee, weight gain and more coffee? Drinking to forget your day job, cursing the sunrise, watching your motivation to do anything productive with your free time flitter through the pore of the TV screen? This sucks. I want to go back to college.
Maybe Maggie will be able to slap some optimism into me. It's hard to reach on a day like today. Even when adorable 6 year old girls shyly present you with a Valentine's gift of a box of chocolates adorned with a homemade card. Ok - that did manage to make me smile.
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I guess I qualify as an adult......if you get the job you really like, it's not a problem to go to work every day. It's even fun! If I didn't feel this way, I'd never have lasted 37 years doing it!
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