Today was my last time panicking because I thought I lost my subway card thing only to remember that I gave it to Henry to hold, and my last time seeing all the birthday billboards for idols
and the last time hearing the adorable “the train is approaching” music that announced each trains’ arrival,
and the last time watching Chooch make life-changing vending machine decisions, 
and the last time watching Chooch race to get an open seat and inevitably fall into conversation with old people,
and the last time to sigh impatiently as Henry paused every time to peruse the map and still takes us to the wrong side of the tracks, 
and the last time to walk past underground food vendors and clothing shops,
and the last time to see my favorite k-drama stars in advertisements.
Each station was unique and I wish we had time to explore each one. And I can’t believe how clean they are! Even the bathrooms were remarkably clean every time I used one.
One thing about that though that caught me off guard was that some of the stalls had weird little urinals in the ground, I guess you have to squat over them?! I couldn’t understand why one time when I went in, there was a line when all of these stall doors were open, so I went over to one and was like “WHERE IS THE TOI—oh.” And then promptly got in line.
Sobering reminders.
Goodbye, Seoul, and your amazing subway system that seemed like it was going to be so daunting but ended up being the best thing ever and now I’m so sad that I have to go back to Pittsburgh and our dinky two-line trolley and orange piece of shit “President.”
Already planning the next trip, don’t tell Henry.
(I don’t know why we can’t just move here. The law firm I work at has an office there and Korea drinks juice so surely Henry can find another beverage company to work for?! POCARI SWEAT, YOU NEED A WAREHOUSE MANAGER?)
