The contract on my short-term apartment ended yesterday, and it’s my second night in a lovely hotel overlooking the Imperial Palace moat. I’m trying to find loopholes in the moat’s infrastructure so I can storm the palace gates before I leave, but I’ve got a lot of other stuff to do in a short amount of time. Not sure I can gather the necessary troops.
On Saturday afternoon, I return to Seoul and there is a lot of great that awaits me there. But first I will have a nice long run around that impenetrable palace moat, eat my Western Style Hotel Buffet breakfast, and take a walk around my neighborhood one last time. Perhaps a chocolate croissant at the patisserie on the corner for the plane.
And it won’t be right away that I miss this place. Going home will feel like a new and much-anticipated adventure. But slowly, surely, there will be a faint, familiar smell…a passing Japanese tourist…a subtle shift in the new way I relate to my old city. And I will know just how deeply Tokyo sunk its teeth in me.