여기서 pronounced /yeogiseo/, means here (formal) in Korean.
This is my favourite word in Korean.
It’s not the my most-used word (that would be 주세요 /juseyo/ which means please when ordering food lol—or 네 /ne/ which means yes), or the cutest one (especially when travelling alone)—which would be 괜찮아 /gwenchana/ means are you okay? / I’m okay.
After I came home, I found myself saying 여기서 from time to time.
If we need what feels like a cliché’d reference here, this reminds me of the movie Eat, Pray, Love where she needed to find herself a word that embodied her entire journey. She chose attraversiamo (tbh, I really thought it was trastevere but I was getting confused with the name of the Airbnb we stayed—and broke the key of—in Rome.)
(Trastevere is better, imo. I always thought it meant bridge but it means “beyond the tiber”… this does add up because we were out with two Italian boys at 6am and I pointed to a bridge and said, “Tevere.” He said, “Si, tevere.” What he actually meant was the water under the bridge I was pointing to—amazing how I’m finding this out seven years later.)
Anyways, attraversiamo means “let’s cross.”
And I think, great, super fitting, because Julia Roberts was ready to cross into another chapter of her life. She divorced her husband who represented himself during mediation (so sad—but he kinda reminds me of Lord Farqaad from Shrek. Sorry to this man.), had a fling with James Franco (not my first choice), and did all the subsequent things (pasta, temple life, falling in love with a man) to get herself out of a life she wasn’t happy in anymore.
lol.
“My” word, however, means here. And here changes depending on where you are.
Here is a lot of things.
Here is sometimes a place you can’t leave. You’re just like… here. It’s like… this is where you’re supposed to be at this moment in time.
Here is a place you go to. “I wanna go here.” It’s aspirational. It’s dreamy. It’s brighter than your current “here.”
Here is often the house I grew up in. Even though my dad put bars on the windows after one summer of getting broken into three times, it’s still where I was supposed to be. Here is my mom’s slippers click-clacking on the tiled kitchen floors. It’s hearing my parent’s neighbours yelling for someone to open the door at 2am because they always forget their keys.
Here is sitting around friends you’ve known for a long time. Thinking, wow… I know all of their toxic traits, weird phases, and bad exes. It’s a weird but a cool and lovely feeling. Like watching a time lapse: there are really boring moments, the sticky moments, and then the exciting moments of awe.
Here is standing outside. Maybe there’s waves crashing in the distance. The way the sun looks through the trees like it’s glistening. It’s the smell of laundry detergent wafting out of someone’s home. It’s the way the sky looks different every hour.
I think… here is anywhere you feel like you belong. It’s anywhere you’re going to. Anywhere you feel like you should be. Even if the smallest and obscure nooks and crannies of society—even in a country where you don’t know the language—there is a feeling, a smell, a vibe, a faint memory of something you feel connected with.
It’s where you plant your two feet and think to yourself, yes, this is it. I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
xx, k