Being out on your own, more then 5000 miles away from home, is a little bit frightening.
I don't know the language, I often find myself laughing at the barrier between myself and others. I was standing in an elevator the other day with 20 Koreans, and I look to one and say "You know, I never really liked you" He looks back to me and smiles. I just smiled back and found my way off the elevator on the next floor. The buildings are high and close, the people, all with destinations in their head, unaware of the beautiful skyline they live under.
And then theres the problems back home constantly on my mind, family separated, friends moving and a girlfriend who I wish I could see smile again.
I wait patiently to see that smile again. That smile that catches me off guard every time it curls.
I often feel defeated trying to help her, but I stay steady.
Sometimes we have to be steady and give up on the things we want the most. Even our dreams.