Cheonan--I'm not entirely sure how to say that. I'll learn over the next year in Korea. Hopefully not the day I head back to America.
I got the job first week of May. I signed the contracts and informed everyone within a week (some people within minutes of the job offer) so they could plan surprise parties for me. I guess they're good at the surprise, but not at the party. Maybe the surprise is that they enjoyed the party without me because they were celebrating my departure.
The flight's at 6 am on Tuesday so I'm getting a hotel on Monday so I don't have to drive up at 2 am to make it through Lambert International Airport's security (which was pretty lax last time I went). All of this is getting finalized but maybe I shouldn't post this till the ticket is in my hand. Every other time I was sure I'd be leaving tomorrow or Thursday or while my parents were in Florida or the 25th of May and I'm still here. It almost feels like my parents and I are pretending I've already left and are communicating just as much as we will when I'm there. I've gotten hugs and fist-bumps and gifts and some people have done these across a few nights so soon they'll suspect I'm milking the goodbyes. I promise I'm not (I am).
I'm a little nervous.
I got the job first week of May. I signed the contracts and informed everyone within a week (some people within minutes of the job offer) so they could plan surprise parties for me. I guess they're good at the surprise, but not at the party. Maybe the surprise is that they enjoyed the party without me because they were celebrating my departure.
The flight's at 6 am on Tuesday so I'm getting a hotel on Monday so I don't have to drive up at 2 am to make it through Lambert International Airport's security (which was pretty lax last time I went). All of this is getting finalized but maybe I shouldn't post this till the ticket is in my hand. Every other time I was sure I'd be leaving tomorrow or Thursday or while my parents were in Florida or the 25th of May and I'm still here. It almost feels like my parents and I are pretending I've already left and are communicating just as much as we will when I'm there. I've gotten hugs and fist-bumps and gifts and some people have done these across a few nights so soon they'll suspect I'm milking the goodbyes. I promise I'm not (I am).
I'm a little nervous.
