Night train

After taking the night train from Umeå, I am suddenly in Stockholm, a city that is always equally familiar and foreign. 

The blog post may be retroactive but I can still remember the moment when I drank that coffee and realized that Korea was about to come to an end; how cold it had been to stand in the snow waiting for the train the night before, and how distant the afternoon sunshine and sushi in the Narita lounge already felt.