What To Do...

Standing in my kitchen last night, contemplating what to cook for dinner, everything in me wanted to run. Part of the feeling stems from the fact that I still don't have a working refrigerator. The rest of me wanted to run down the block, enter the subway station, and board a train.

I missed Seoul.

I missed the food.

I missed meeting Christopher and Lauren for dinner.

Having spent so much time in London, it felt like I should be able to walk out my front door, round the corner,

to wait for a double-decker bus with Sarabeth and get a bite to eat at a local pub.

I miss the city, but as I write, Sarabeth is in a plane somewhere over the ocean, headed for home.

I resisted the urge to run, and instead rustled up something for dinner. Having a second 'fridge downstairs (thankfully), I must have stepped up and down those stairs 50 times. Each time I did, I imagined I was headed to the subway or underground. Walking back up, I envisioned myself emerging from Picadilly Station

or in the middle of downtown Seoul.

Maybe, just maybe, the reason my eyes itch and water as the grass turns green, my nose runs and I sneeze as soon as the trees bloom, and I cough with congestion as the weeds grow wild making it difficult to breathe is all just God attempt at letting me know, I belong in the City.

In my heart is a city girl fighting to get out of the country.