It's going to be a great day. I'm thrilled about my sleepover with Seulgi. After canceling twice, our weekend schedule finally allows it to happen.
"One backpack and a carry-on? Really?" Seulgi looks puzzled, and it's funny.
Poking fun at her toned biceps while carrying my things up to her room, I explained, "What if there's an emergency? I might need something, or if it's too cold or too hot, I've got clothes for that too."
Her eyes partly glanced in my direction. "But you've got your things here—your pajamas, jackets, and shirts. You even left your shoes and books. You're like my rebellious wife who's come home after months."
"Rebellious wife," I laughed. I can be rebellious, but a wife? I wonder if I'm wife material. Seulgi surely is; she's diligent with chores and very handy too.
I had to search for how to change a bulb before, meanwhile, Seulgi could replace a whole circuit breaker.
She showed me her closet; half of the clothes hanging are mine. Pointing at the shelf, half of the things on it are also mine.
"I also have your mugs and tumblers, and how many tumblers does a person need anyway? Look, you've got your socks and bedroom slippers organized in here too," she continued rambling as I laughed my way to her room and unpacked my bags.
"The only thing you need to bring is... yourself," she expressed.
***
We played sports the entire day.
Seulgi taught me how to play sports when we were younger—badminton, volleyball, and soccer. I know she lets me win every time. I know myself; I'm woefully unathletic and can't even run a mile.
Except in chess, she can't beat me in chess no matter how carefully she studies my moves and entices me with her puppy eyes; I won't let her win.
The next day, we decided to bake muffins and play board games afterward.
I grew up in a family that loves to play cards and board games. We would all sit together in one room, listening to my dad's stories and my mom's funny comments about them. We'd wake up at 7 in the morning because someone had to cook, clean the living room, or bathe the dogs so we could prepare for a movie marathon the entire afternoon.
Sadly, adulthood changed that.
Having Seulgi around, who understands these traditions, my behavior, and my antics, it feels like home.
Ah, I am home.
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