Here we go - just three more days until Kate and I make our great (temporary) escape.
This has me thinking about tea houses, night markets and temples. About fast public transportation and bars that serve more than room (and it's a hot room)-temperature San Miguel. About ten months in one place, and five days out of it. And, most importantly, about iced sea salt coffees and the mini road trips taken to get them. And how those mini road trips - my mama and I heading up to Irvine and back all before 10am on the most delicious whims - are for me, merging into a pilgrimage.
We bought these tickets ages ago, back when we both desperately needed more things to look forward to. Then, very suddenly, it is upon us. That old restlessness emerges, the kind punctuated by the dull thudding sound of a passport being stamped. Let's GO!
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