My departure date has arrived! And I am packed and ready to go. Well, as ready as I am going to be. I know my mom is going to cry at the airport. I'm not ready for that. Luckily, my younger brother, Tim, is going to be there to comfort her. I'm going to run away to my terminal. When your Mom cries it is one of the saddest, most heart wrenching things on Earth. I don't want to be sucked completely into that sadness. This is a happy time! (at least it's not a happy ending! wink wink).
Anyway, I'll tell you what I'm not ready for: when I get on that airplane and I think: 'OH NO! WTF AM I DOING?! I'm going to Korea! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!' But after the first few weeks of initial culture shock and home sickness I'll be having a blast!... and corrupting young minds.
I am going to miss all of you. You have made my last couple weeks in Seattle/Phoenix/Portland a miserable, torturous experience. You make it so hard to leave!
There's no stopping me, now! I'm outta here!
