Lost in time zones

It’s less than 24 hours since I left the Incheon airport, and yet it feels like the world has turned thrice, easily.

I woke up at 5 am, though my alarm was set for 6. I stretched, moved about, and then later crashed a little. Now I’m realizing I want to sleep early, which would be giving into my jetlag. I will not be defeated! I also have a plan to go up the nearby mountain around 7 am tomorrow with my cousin. So maybe it can be beneficial to sleep early.

I swear I’ve eaten a dozen pounds in food already.

I keep wrestling with the feelings of not knowing and about not being good. It’s such a mind trip to notice that my brain viscerally equates knowledge with goodness. and it’s humbling to keep learning new things. and be bad at it.

What do we do when we’re displaced? We adapt. What do our roots do? In my case, I seek. Nourishment, expansion.

I keep dreaming about mansions and oceans.

Bonus water display at the airport with fake peacocks and flamingo.