So for this post I have decided to chronicle my journey to
Daegu as I go. So far I cried at MSP. After Mom left the airport I got in line
for security, at which time people looked at me like I was crazy. It’s like
they have never seen a person say good-bye at an airport. Crazy people. Ha ha.
Made it to Chicago, where I took the lovely tram to Concourse 5, the
international concourse. When I arrived at the Asiana desk the nicest woman
greeted me. She asked a few questions, confirmed that I had an aisle seat
(hooray!) and I had requested a special meal (double hooray!). I told her I had
never had Korean food and no, I do not enjoy the hot humid weather I am in for
when I arrive in Daegu, but this is an adventure and I was going to enjoy it.
She called me positive, strange.
Made it onto the plane. I am currently on hour number 7,
almost 8. We are currently over the Bering Sea, we will be passing the
International Date Line soon. Flight time is expected to be 13 hours and 30
minutes. Seeing as how left about 30 minutes late, we are scheduled to arrive
at 4:10pm in the Seoul time zone. That is 10 minutes late, and I am sure I will
start freaking out about the delay and how it will affect my bus schedule in
another 2 or so hours.
The airplane is pleasant enough. I am sitting next to a
little boy named Eric and his mother Chan. They are very nice. My first
Vegetarian meal was manicotti it was delicious; definitely a little taste of
home before I hit the culture shock of my life. Oh, seat belt sign went on. No
turbulence, false alarm.
The rest of the flight went smoothly. I got through the
airport fairly well. I missed Mr. Joe when I came out of the customs area so I
had to call him, but that was easy. Got on the bus, that was an experience. It
was a normal kind of greyhound bus, but it was a long ride, after a long plane
ride.
My director picked me up, about ten minutes after the bus
left. That was a very terrifying time. The taxi’s were circling. I was taken to
a motel because my apartment still has a teacher in it. As soon as my director
and her daughter left, I just started to cry. I haven’t stopped much since. I
miss home so much.
I haven’t eaten since the airplane. I miss my dog and my mom
and my bed. I miss English! I just want an English TV station. I want to go
home.
Not a good start to this “adventure”. Let hope it gets
better.