Day 240....something!

I don't even know with the time change what I've missed. Unfortunately I don't yet have internet at home (I'm in a cafe right now suyrrounded by starcraft-playing korean teenage boys), so this blog is going to have to wait. Seoul is massive.... just, endlessly large and crowded and full of life and culture and lights and buildings and food and everything else. I'm really busy getting things together in terms of utilities, work, transport, food, and all the rest.

Do wish me well, and I promise that once I get home internet I'll begin writing more regularly, though probably not every day anymore.

And I promise this won't turn into a boring travel blog, chronicling the everyday events that sound interesting to absolutely nobody other than myself. I fully intend to write the way I've been writing this whole year, and Seoul will be informative to that at most.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey Jared, I'm glad you've arrived safely! -Heather
6:44 PM
Anonymous said…
Sending you very very good wishes.
10:45 PM
Anonymous said…
I think publishing a piece every day is more important now than when you were living in Victoria. If your intent is to grow as a writer and to be able to examine the development of your perspectives then writing every day is the only way to go.
You'll be really busy and in a major transition which is an ideal time to see your writing change.

I hope to see regular posts.
5:18 PM
Anonymous said…
hmm...I love starcraft.....glad you made it.
1:47 AM
Anonymous said…
It's been days...miss your posts! How about a Seoul Story?
9:11 PM
Anonymous said…
good luck jared!
i remember Seoul being soooo dirty when i went last summer.... lol
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8:55 PM
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