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yearning for permanence - by kel - the (un)comfy corner

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In August, I returned from a 6-month travel stint abroad comprising of my last semester of undergrad on exchange and some mini-travels. Ever since I’ve been back home, every interaction I’ve had with friends has been a reunion. Or namely, a catch-up session to talk about what I’ve been up to the last 6 months. “How was Korea?” “Are you working now or recruiting?” “Where are you staying/headed?” Not that any of these questions are bad, nor am I innocent of asking similar questions myself. Plus I obviously want to know what my friends have been up to and they want to know the same about me. But it makes me feel a bit sad. Same story spit out over and over, with varying levels of specificity depending on who I’m talking to. Then rinse and repeat the next time we meet. I started thinking about why I felt this way. After all, what’s so bad about reunions? I feel lucky to even have people I’d love to catch up with, and vice versa. I should be grateful to even have opportunities to meet the

where are we going? In August, I returned from a 6-month travel stint abroad comprising of my last semester of undergrad on exchange and some mini-travels. Ever since I’ve been back home, every interaction I’ve had with friends has been a reunion. Or namely, a catch-up session to talk about what I’ve been up to the last 6 months. “How was Korea?” “Are you working now or recruiting?” “Where are you staying/headed?” Not that any of these questions are bad, nor am I innocent of asking similar questions myself. Plus I obviously want to know what my friends have been up to and they want to know…

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