Sweet and bitter end
Yesterday I was all the day long travelling by bus and plane, I have barely slept a few hours, I couldn’t take a shower and I guess I’m still sort of drunk because I’m not feeling hung over yet. Definitely, it’s not the best way to welcome a 12-hours flight to take me back home.
And, with no doubt at all, I couldn’t have imagined myself a better last night in Korea. Sweet because it happened, bitter because it’s over. And I cannot help remembering once again that sentence of the song:
…I mean I love to travel, I hate to fly
I want to go, but hate goodbyes…
Next time, at home already.