Three weekdays lie free before me. The last one is accounted for. The rest, not yet. Like Chuseok, Seolall is all about family. People in the cities clear out to the countryside and visit family and eat and remember the dead. Everyone I know seems to be gone. It is a holiday that doesn't affect the average westerner apart from the time off. And so I'm sitting and waiting. Waiting for what, I don't yet know.
Waiting to think, probably. Spring is here now. The ice is turning to slush. The new year has come again. Twice in just over four weeks.
Time to make a whole new set of resolutions.