“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and place because you’ll never be this way ever again.” -Azar Nafisi
Well internet, this is it. It’s actually happening. I’ve stressed (and cried) over transcripts, I’ve stressed (and cried) over classes and degrees, I’ve stressed (and cried) over visas, postponed flights, interviews, last minute mixups, money problems, scheduling conflicts, look, what I’m saying is I’ve stressed (and cried and cried and cried, ok I cry a lot when I’m stressed it’s just what I do, ok, get over it, because I obviously cannot.)
But finally, it’s actually happening. 9 Hours from now I’ll be getting on a flight headed to JFK, then to Korea. I’ve put everything I will own for the next year into three suitcases and a jam-packed backpack (excepting the abundance of Korean kitsch I will no doubt be powerless to acquiring…) I’ve got a passport and a visa, two plane tickets, and about 15 tiny pictures of my face to hand out to various government offices and passing admirers. I’ve got my Ned beside me for the last time for a year. It’s just. It’s totally real.
I’ve noticed in times of stress and anticipation that my head voice starts speaking like maybe Pixar is thinking about making a film adaptation of my life. Boy howdy. Buckaroo. Yippee kay yay, mothernufflers. Etc.
Anyways, because it’s my last full day in the states and with my family and in this life I’ve been living for the last xxx number of years, I figured I’d update the old bloggaroo (see? I literally can’t stop with the voice, I may be having an excitement-induced stroke, please don’t call the paramedics though because I have a pretty important plane to catch in 9 (8:45) hours.) My goals I put up in a recent post went… ok. I didn’t start my book tube channel. I think we all saw that coming, so we can move right along…
I did, however, finish my 52 books goal so PARTY OVER HERE, PARTY OVER THERE etc. I slid into finish by completing several issues of the Bravest Warriors comic series, and though at first I thought that was kind of cheating (since they’re both short and hecka adorable, quick reads), I don’t honestly care anymore. As I was explaining the cheating idea to my dad I realized that I’m worried about cheating in a contest with myself over how many books I can read. So. Imma dial back the nerd a little bit and call that a resounding win. I think I’m going to shoot for 75 by the end of the year, because that’s a nice round number and I can’t just read for fun without it being some fight to the death. Competition is in my bones, matey. Argghhhh books. I don’t know where I’m going with this, I told you, my inner monologue really honestly may need to seek medical attention after all this is through.
I’m going to put up a post tomorrow that I’m writing tonight about things I’m expecting, and things other people are expecting, about Korea. Because I feel like there are a lot of confused ideas about me moving there. Like, you know, what my motivation is, and whether I mean I’m moving to South Korea, or I’m looking into a happy residence in North Korea, an authoritarian state that is almost 100% cut off from the outside world and allows no passive entrance of U.S. citizens. Things like that are such a pickle for people.
Ok. That’s enough of that.
Goodnight. I’ll be up and at ’em at my 4 AM WAKEUP CALL FROM HELL. The joys.