You know what I really love? 

Being home alone with a jar of nutella, a spoon and my ukulele. 

Not that I don’t love being with the family, but nutella and my ukulele is the only way for me to totally relax and be me. Not that I would ever tell anyone about my obsession with nutella, as they would call it an unhealthy obsession and judge me for it. 

But hey, here I am anyways, home alone, sitting on my bed with a jar of nutella in front of me and my ukulele clutched into my chest, my fingers moving over the strings. 

There is something self-soothing over the whole situation. 

I just moved back to Korea a week ago after saying goodbye to the family I’d lived with for three years in London. And I missed them, a lot. The whole British culture were so different from the the korean culture, and so, the families were different too.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Hyejung and I really like Daniel a lot too. They are the best people in the entire world, and their daughter, Haru, is the most adorable little human being I’ve ever met. But it is somehow different here, and I believe that the best way to "heal" is by doing the things that makes me relax the most. 

Well guys, this is my story. About how my life started changing for the better after moving back to Korea. About how a bunch of buys defined friendship all over for me. And about how learned what love really is.