seoul brittany wallace
It took five months for me to realize there is a bus that runs between the location of my workplace and the location of my boyfriend’s apartment and it’s three times faster than the subway. The bus travels a highway that cuts through a mountain, 청계산, tunnels straight through it. I take the bus most of the week even though I think I’ve gotten meaner and I think my boyfriend and I have grown into something new and different together. I have little reason to glare at him and kick him under the table in public because we don’t really know anyone here, we don’t have anyone to impress, but I still do those things, I still sometimes whisper “shut the fuck UP” when I’m drunk, then apologize for being a micromanager and a bitch. I think of the Korean concept of 정 and consider that maybe our relationship has moved towards it, past passion and closer to a bond of loyalty, or something. My behavior is dictated by my nerves here but the mountains sometimes calm me, they are constantly surrounding me, here I am constantly surrounded by 199