As my weeks towards South Korea get smaller, I’m starting to feel like a 7-year-old child at the pool and it’s the last month of summer. Soon, I’ll start swimming obsessively into every corner of the pool, doing different strokes, swimming under water, doing every trick and dive for what feels like the last time until that final day arrives and someone tells me IT’S TIME TO GET OUT OF THE POOL AND INTO SOME PANTS.
