Standing on the edge...

I cannot ever describe this feeling, I don't think there's an author with enough lingual arsenal to capture my anxiety, but this is a blog, so I'll do my best. In a matter of minutes, Emily will call me from the 711 and I will run to find her. It's been over six months since I saw her, or anything else that reminded me of home, for that matter. I feel as if, until I see her face, this entire experience feels more like a joke, a dream than reality. There's no doubt her 2 and 1/2 weeks in Korea are essential, vital to my existence here. And this "vacation" will alter my view of Korea as well. Sometimes, something seems so thrilling to you, and you cannot impart that same excitement to a listening ear. This is often how I feel. Only when she observes the same manic city life, indiscernible tongues lashing out in unison, and the unique purity of children, will this experience be shared. She will be working at Swaton with me so the way is paved for a full cultural transfer. All that which my vocabulary cannot reach, she will see, feel. This is a healthy anxiety and I'm growing too nervous to type. I think I'll do this the Zen way and just picture our reunion in my head over and over until I'm prepared for its magnitude.