It is not really a feeling of homesickness but rather this odd mix of acknowledging how far I have come and the places I have been along the way.
Back when I was just starting out in college I moved north 6 hours from my hometown of Nevada City, California. I moved to Eureka California where I attended Community College. Northern California (beyond San Francisco) is known for being full of hippies and leftists. Better imprinted in my memory was the scenery, which was full of lushly dense redwood forests.
During school vacations I drove the 6 hour trip from Eureka to Nevada City in my beater of a car. Actually the first time I went up there my Dad took me. I still recall us driving through the winding steep roads with the tall redwoods hovering over us like forgotten giants. It felt as if we were making a journey through another universe, it was that captivating.
Since memories and feelings are only inside an individual's soul I feel so helpless at trying to express this. Living in a different country you really get to understand what makes your homeland so precious and valuable. It is not like Korea has nothing special to offer it is just when I reflect on the other side (my country) I can't help but long to stand amongst those tall trees and breathe the misty forest air.
I guess I am just really being sentimental. ~