That is the time that my plane should be taking off from Chicago. After a short stop in San Francisco, a really short stop that will have me running through the airport so I can catch my next flight in time, I will be leaving the lovely USA and heading al the way across the big blue ocean, and landing 12 hrs later in South Korea. After a 4 hour bus ride, and one or two other jumps, I will be settled into my temporary home. On November 7th, I will officially move into my own place.
I though I had my luggage squared away, until I found out that the airline I am using requires I bring half of what I thought. So it is back to the drawing board, but I think I can handle it. Over the next few weeks, I will try to fill everyone in as much as I can but I am predicting that I will be crazy busy/stressed/air-headed to do so very much. Also, I am not sure how long it will be until I get myself some interwebs to interact with.
So, it is back to the last minute scramble and freak out of packing, the forced snuggling of pets, the loving, though obnoxious questions of the family, and the strange desire to curl up in a ball and forget the whole thing. Hey, at least when I get over there I won't have to deal with people asking if I am more excited or nervous, or when I am taking off. Here I Go!!
