Like a golden thread

Like a golden thread wrapped around my soul, pulling me back. I must follow it, I must return. Seoul you entranced me with your magical lights and friendly smiles. The wafting scent of street food captured my heart (and my stomach.) I must go back, I must return. To see the smiling faces of my new friends, to comfort those I can't over just Kakao, I must go back. Seoul you were able to make me feel energized and relaxed at the same time. If that is not the feeling of home, I'm not quite sure what is. I will go back, I will return. Until then you tug on my soul with your golden thread, beckoning me back to where I just was. Back to where I'd like to make my new home.