Seoul is amazing. How open it is, how you can look up in the middle of the night or in the earliest of morning and still feel like there’s always something to do. Something to see, something to talk about.
Sometimes cranky, sometimes lovely ajummas, samgak kimbab, sikhye, rapokki, the efficient public transport, cute and chic 24-hour cafes, nice friendly waiter oppas, sotong pedas and cheese rice after that.
Oh man, why do i miss it a little too much.
”Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you got ‘til it’s gone
They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot”
The home is what I felt first in Geneva. I was first picked up by Wana, my soon-to-be roommate from the airport. Immediately, I felt how kind people are to strangers leaving abroad. Encik Johan from the embassy replied to one of my random emails to the Malaysian Mission in Geneva and offered me a place to stay on such short notice. The apartment is lovely and it is very near the UN offices. I am very grateful.
Despite having a nice place to stay, I came here thinking it will be temporary and so I kept searching on other places to rent. And low and behold I met another friendly and lively lady with her teenage daughter looking for UN interns to rent a room at her place. She is a Peruvian, vivacious in character and spices she used in her food. Love that. We became instant friends.
I know the road ahead will not be all pink and wonderful but I hope this journey ends as homely and lovely as it began.
September 7th, 2014.
Rue Lamartine, Servette, Geneve.