I'm back in Canada and I can hear the tea boiling on Kate's stove. This morning I flipped through one of her editions of Harper's Bazaar and the pages were so thick and textured. You definitely lose something in the translation when those pictures are posted online. It is strange how everything just seems different here. I mean I don't know what Harper's feels like in Korea, and rationally I bet it would be similar, but it just felt like even the way magazines feel as you flip through them is different here. I guess I'm still disoriented and soaking it all in. Walking along the seawall in the unexpected Vancouver sun makes me think without thinking... "it is nice to be home".
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