I'm so glad I got to talk to you this morning, as it's probably the last opportunity I'll have to see you before I start the journey home. Although it was more you talking to me and me being insanely tired and non-responsive, it always makes me happy to see your face and hear your voice. When we got back together before I left, I knew for certain that I was still deeply in love with you when your voice, your laugh, your smile felt to me like a song long unsung, a melody more moving than any track, sequence of sound or beat. You do something to me, something profound and everlasting. Although I fantasize about giving each other our forevers, I know that regardless of what happens there will always be a part of me that has been inspired by you. Some of this recognition had taken me a long while to realize, but I'm undeservingly fortunate to have the opportunity to tell you. To have the opportunity to show you. To have the chance to show you what I once was, what I am today, and what I will always be, and to get the same in return. I feel like so much is between us that it just isn't a coincidence, as though something between us has been influenced.
Somewhere along all of this neurological (and physiological) excitement I've also been fortunate to take advantage of this little trip I've made to Korea. Not sure if you know about it, but I've had a pretty good time, and it's been a very wonderful experience. I'm plagued with a narrow sight at times, and getting away enables me to broaden my perspective and understanding once more, to think clearly so to say. I realize (and have realized) for a long time that I've not been living to my fullest, and that many decisions I have made have been excuses, reclusive ignomity, tasteless and blatant dissregard. Although I do have confidence and respect for some of my characteristics, there are other aspects that I have left at the wayside these past few years as a result of severse psychological trauma, depression and complete enigmatic chaos. I've spent time lately attempting to pick up some of these pieces, and fashion them not into who I once was, but incorporate them and utilize them in an image that I am today. Although this repair is far from a completed project, I think I've returning to a position to my life where I can begin to be more satisfied. In fact, far above satisfaction. Enthsiastic, eager, devoted, fascinated. But most of all, I want you to be there with me for what I see as a new chapter in my life. There's much we still have to learn, but you've always proved to be more than anything I could have ever imagined in a girl, and I hope that never changes.
One thing I'm certainly enthusastic for are puppies. Indeed, I've been having thoughts of getting a puppy once I got out of college for some time (with a friend kitty, of course), but now that you're in my life again it just makes me absolutely excited. Every time I think of you it makes me absolutely excited (in more ways than one), but when it involves little fuzzies I just can't control it. Hopefully someday soon we'll have a little puppy to call our own.
Maybe something like these cuties? Moments before this little puppy dives his face into a cool pot of root water, with his big brother right behind. The whole experience in Jeon Ju was pretty fantastic. I really liked that such a large sector of down was devoted to not only traditional architecture and lifestyle, but also because the area was heavily maintained by artisanry and traditional forms of cultural urban substitence .
Somewhat of a birdseye perspective of the area of town in Jeon Ju dedicated to this aesthetic, it's in interesting contrast to the distant apartment complex rises (which house most Koreans, and are everywhere in this country) and the western style house up above.Jeon Ju was probably my most favorite trip while I was here in Korea, mostly because it provided the densest amount of personally interesting things for me. It's odd, too, because Jeon Ju was probably some of the hottest weather there was while I was here. And not because the sun was out, infact, it rained a lot while we were there. Mostly because the humidity was so insane, and it seemed to just have lingering heat in each moist, gassy molecule.
Speaking of wetness, I believe I am well prepared for the epic encounter that is going to be us adequately bathing eachother. I've heard about the task at hand for myself, but I'm prepared to stop at nothing until each tiny little wet part of your body is completely satisfied. I might clean you so well you won't even be able to walk! But don't worry, it isn't violent, I just have a good work ethic, a strong core, an adept tongue, and an unyielding curiosity, interest, and desire to try things.
I told you that bus ride was long. Long, and wet, and hot, and sweaty. I just didn't know what to do with myself!
Here's a naked dude, while we're on the subject. It was kind of completely random, this place. It was a traditional medical information/museumy house, that included the development of Korean medicine and the modern day practice as it's related to the still practiced method of earthly remedies, herbs and such. I think this guy was supposed to outline the various nerve connections throughout the body (they practice plenty of acupuncture here), but I'm not sure.We also went on to do an analysis of body-type characteristics (apparently it's broken into four categories), and whatever one I was it was pretty entertaining to read about my dos and donts and dietary limitations and behaviors and etc.
But what was nice is we sat in this little area and had our feet go through an aqua-massage aperture for a while.
But even nicer was the lillypad lake. I wish you could have been here to see it, it was certainly a site to behold. Which reminds me, if we plan on getting a kitty sometime together I would be completely satisfied to name her after a very special, but brief, kitty that was a small part of you and your mom's life. It breaks my heart a little to think about it, but I'm reminded of the fact that she got to spend her last days with you. I can't honestly think of a better way for a little kitten to go than that. You're special in lots of people's lives, Kaitlin, even if some are small and fuzzy and Portugese.
I thought you might have some respect for this awesomeness. Golden shower puns aside, there's something pretty awesome to being in a bathroom completely reflecty with gold. I'm pretty sure that this could possibly be the most awesome lavatory I've ever been in. Partly because the entire thing is gilded in gold, partly because I wanted you there with me (as with most shower areas I was in here), and partly because the faucet was awesome as well, although I didn't get a picture of it.
I can't believe I will say goodbye to my room in less than 24 hours. Although it was a home away from home, it was desolate in a sense that you weren't here with me. I think this is the last time I go anywhere without you, there's simply too much I wanted you here with me to experience, too many times I wanted to talk to you, laugh with you, adventure with you, journey through new things, people and times with you. Too many times I wanted to hold you, look into your eyes, breathe your sweet smell and taste your sweet kiss. Too many times I wanted to hold your hand, feel your touch. Too many times I wanted your love here with me, too many times I wanted to love you with everything I've got. Although it was nice that we could communicate, there certainly isn't anything remotely close to actually being next to you. I hope that when I get back we can work on making up this lost time, and all the damned lost time before that. Although some of it may or may not have been necessary, none of it was welcomed. I can't wait to see you, and I love you with all my heart.
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