Wake up at 5:00am, taxi to the airport, plane to Seoul, bus from Gimpo Airport to Incheon Airport, plane to Amsterdam. Don’t sleep. Movies, books, games. Don’t sleep.
Arrive Amsterdam, eat some nice, greasy fries, car to home, drink, eat. Don’t sleep. Just a little farther. Just a few more hours. Don’t sleep.
Finally, evening arrives. 24 hours awake. Finally, time to sleep. Morning, and the office, will come too early, but the trip is over and real life needs to start again. I’m looking forward to work, tomorrow. I’m looking forward to normalcy and focus and my colleagues and my boss. I’m looking forward to the real world. I think I’ve had a bit too much of the quirks of Asia and the excitement of rapid change.
It’s only been 26 days, but it feels like much longer. Indonesia is just a distant memory. China is just a story someone once told me. I’m happy to be home. I’m happy to eat potatoes and cheese and milk… and I’m happy to use as much toilet paper as I want. I’m happy to brush my teeth with tap water. I’m happy to sleep in a nice, soft bed. It’s good to be home.
TIP: We washed the sheets and made the bed before leaving, so we could just plop down into a nice, clean bed. This makes all the difference in the world, my friend.
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