Well, I made it to Korea. A lot happened today to make one question whether 1) I really Am in Korea and 2) I am not just plain crazy.
I have found myself extremely stressed and preoccupied lately, and, as a result, today, for the first one in my life, – and do recall that I have been on likely hundreds of airplanes – I forgot my passport. Not just that, but I didn’t even consider it until I walked through the train barrier at the airport. I had a weird feeling about my flight, and it turns out that I didn’t take them after all. I had to rebook with a different airline, and for half as much more. However, the booking company did me a solid in refunding the whole airfare to me. It took forever to figure out, because the airline cancelled my flight for me before the flight happened, so that I would be allowed to get a refund. But that then removed the ticket information for the booking company to see that Inhad purchased anything at all. Four hours later, I was back at the airport with my passport and a swimsuit added to my baggage, and crying after I heard the news of my full refund. As I ate my victory bunch of bananas, the security checkpoint officer was somewhat in a state of awe as he watched me avidly. It isn’t every day that someone eats the bunch on her own, and definitely not in Japan.
The point is that I am here. And, truly, I love it. The vibe of the streets in this part of town is great. The public transit is wonderfully clean. They sell all sorts of things next to the underground train stations, from sandals to electronics to freshly made, delicious pastry breads. (I finally got a pair of headphones that might fit my ears!). The crosswalks and streets are all funked up with little potholes and the likes. The buildings are colored with rainbow lights. There’s significantly more English than in Japan.
Okay, it’s 3am. I’ll sleep know.
All-in-all, this place feels great. Period.