posted by Guest blogger - Elizabeth Holbrook | 3 Comments
...Seoul, South Korea. After a 20-hour flight of course.
On the way to the airport I left my iPod in my Mom’s car. Tragic, I know. I didn’t notice the loss until I had passed through security. After the discovery, I experienced the whole grieving process: shock, anger, sadness and finally, acceptance. It didn’t take long to whip through these emotions. What kind of jerk would I be if I let it ruin my trip? I was bummed, sure, but inconveniences happen. It’s all a part of the adventure, eh?
Plus, I was reminded of when my friend erased the songs off his iPod in Indonesia and ended up meeting a cool girl on the bus because he wasn’t holed up, headphones stuck in, consumed in his world of music. So, as people boarded the plane, I scoped out the crowd, curious little eyes peeking over the seat, trying to will certain young men to me (you will sit by me, you will sit by me...) No luck. Instead, I resorted to the glorious airplane movies to occupy my time.
Once jumping the Pacific, I arrived excited, exhausted and a bit haggard. I breathed in the calm, steady energy of Incheon Airport, grabbed my bags and with the help of kind old Korean men, and caught the right bus to meet my friend who is living and teaching in Seoul.
After a quick dinner of cheesy ramen at a nearby kimbap shop (Korea’s version of a diner) I headed back to my friend’s apartment to crash.
I will explore the city tomorrow when I am rested. Jetlag you will not have power over me!
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