it's the last day that london will see all three terrors of the kim family for quite a while. today the first kim sister makes for the border!

we had dinner together last night. we were speculating on how to identify 'loser' men ("i think it's their teeth", she said, "you can't go out with someone who has crooked teeth"). we even agreed on the sushi we wanted to pick off the conveyor belt, apart from the saba - she doesn't like the fishy smell of the cured mackerel. i decided not to have it on my own. ok, we disagreed on the merits of her latest object of affection, though. i still think he's awful, she thinks he's just immature. she said i look like her. i said it depends on the hairstyle. "but we have similar hairstyles at the moment", she said. i said, "well then, it depends on whether you've washed your hair or not."

it was fine when i woke up, even though i had been interrupted in my sleep when she came home late after having spent the night up helping the other kim sister with her work. i didn't feel like anything was out of the ordinary. i showered and it was fine. i put my clothes on and it was still fine. then i went in to say goodbye, as i have been doing for the past two months every morning that we have been living together, and then it wasn't fine.

i hugged her, this small person wrapped up in a crazy quilt/blanket tangle still warm with sleep, her hair messily curled around the pillow like seaweed, her face pink with the effort of moving towards me. i held her and worried for her sake - will she be all right in korea without us? will i be all right in hong kong without her? we told each other to take care.

i will miss her.