One day left

It's strange how much stuff can get done in a single week, especially when you put your mind to it. I have my D-2 Visa, I have all my clothes, I have my flight plan, I've completely cleaned my room so that people who come visit my mother will have places to put their stuff, and last of all, I've got my stuff packed up. The time has come upon me.

I reflect on this moment with a strange sense of indifference. I remember when I left for Japan, and I remember it being alot more exciting and emotional, with tension in some places, aggrivation in others, uneasiness and an over excitement for the wait, but this time around, it just seems like its coming. Maybe it's all the paperwork they've thrown on me these past few days, maybe its the fact that I'll be leaving my mom completely alone this time around, or maybe its the fact that last time, I was cutting all my ties and responsibilities and starting completely over, becoming a totally different person, whereas with this experience, I'm able to keep doing the stuff I'm doing, like writing a blog or watching TV, but doing it in a completely different country.

Actually, I think it's because I've already traveled and lived in another country before, so the expectations and mystical dreaminess that accompanied me on my trip last time, the questioning what's going to happen and what it's going to be like, is not there.

That being said, I have no expectations of things in Korea. I've prepared differently than Japan, which I didn't really prepare for by any means of the word, and I think I'm a little more ready to show up there than I was in Japan, but mostly I'm thinking that it's going to be just enough like Japan that I understand why and how things work, but just different so that I get all confused and don't know what I'm doing. :)

Anyway, I post all this indifference and stuff the day before I leave, in the morning nonetheless, which means that the actual excitement hasn't really hit me yet, maybe. I mean, I have all day, and all night, and then tomorrow I meet up with Marie and Jim, the others going from PSU, and we carpool up to Seatac. Maybe when we actually get on the plane and start the trip, things will be different.

Actually, now that I think about it, when I left for Japan, I didn't really know what 10 hour plane flight over the Pacific Ocean felt like, but this is even longer, and since I can referrence a 14 hour flight in my long term memory, that might actually be the reason my body is remaining indifferent...because it knows that I have plenty of time to get worked up :P

Happy trails people. 'Till we meet.