Korea, right? Maybe?

I've already set myself to: Let's go. Am totally going to be bummed if that teacher recruiter doesn't call me or if he's like sorry, all the contracts i have for you sort of suck, so. Or what if they're all no, we don't want someone who's 35 with a masters degree, and we're not going to let you adventure in our country and pay off your debts and work in our country and warp young minds who desire a conversational ability in speaking english.

I'm already looking forward to someone asking me my blood type (B+), going to an abandoned amusement park on a small island, touring southeast asia, paying most of my CC bills off, and part of my car, and taking a trip into Japan, and eating lots of korean bbq and finding the sbux in busan and the gf pizza options i've heard about, and standing like a slightly larger pocahontas against the backdrop of the mighty, ...uh sea of japan?ocean crashing against the jagged rocks of the shore of my destiny.

Oddly most of my obstacles are money related. Go figure. And my finger prints don't come back until end of october... i hope sooner? But more on that when i feel like meticulously laying out my beurocratic journey in detail for you, because you care. I know you do.



Adieu!

   And the pack only weighed in at 32 lbs.! 

Day 5 Before, by Schu

My imagination had taken me so far, that I could've, without leaving, already imagined myself there, and returning. So that all this mental preparation is startlingly converting to tangible reality- leaves me gasping for breath and wide-eyed, in a momentary flash of anxiety. Going places that I have only read about, remotely, and only recently that are real and will materialize before me in matter of days.

I think that's why traveling is so awesome. It lights a fire in the pathways of my brain and continues to burn for years and years. So that even now I think about my first trip out of the states to Belgium, and how I bore my friends incessantly with my trip to Turkey. They remain significant because the experiences are unique and not a matter of routine. That if I ever allowed myself time and inclination I could go back there and just revel in the weird fact that i was in some other time and place and people.

Not just I suppose to tick off the list of places gone and wonders of the world seen, because ultimately that only leads to disillusion. The mona lisa is small, carpet sellers are annoying, one tumble of bricks is ultimately like any other tumlbe of bricks lying in ruin... but I suppose it's the unexpected. How you relate a song, cloudy days, the particular taste of hollindaise, to wherever and who ever you were at the moment. And it's memory, but in a way for me more vivid than childhood- a choice to alter the fabric of your life in a way that you were unaware of when you were 5.