Two Sundays

This is the woman's bathroom in Dunkin Donuts. I knew Korea wasn't completely Americanized.

Saturday we watched episodes of The Simpsons, Office, and CSI. I slept til like about noon then I just layed like a vegetable. Then eventually when the hot water decided to kick in, I showered, and we went to a place called a Meat Buffet. You cook the meat yourself on the table in front of you. Ran into the coworkers, went to Dunkin' Donuts then met up with them at another bar that's around the corner from Chris' apt, and then called it a night by like midnight, if that, I think? I fell asleep to Simpsons, and woke up at 7:30am to get up to shower, and pack and begin my longest trek home, which I'm currently in the middle of doing. We got the taxi, who didnt understand where we were going, then made it to the bus station which then the bus ride was about 3 hours long and we stopped a few times. I got to the airport, said my goodbye and started through the immigration gates.

I walked away from this with a very clean frame of mind. I know that I am probably the most confusing and complicated person. I like to travel, it jolts my brain. Anyway, I just can't wait to get on with the rest of my life. It hit me as I was laying in bed, that I am going to get a job and then I'm going to start a new chapter in my life. I got really excited at the idea of something 'new' for once, more so than buying a plane ticket! I am going to get a job, and then I am going to get my own place, and then I'm going to get a dog, well hopefully... I might have to settle with bringing my lack of a cat, and neurotic spaz of a dog, but that's ok. I figure yeah those are semi-big goals but I feel they are critical and important stepping stones on my path to figuring out what I want from life, or just figuring out what I want to do in general. Ya know?

So my flight was almost full, I was ever so lucky to not have anyone sit down next to me so I slept the whole flight. I'm still out of it though since I just readjusted to Korean time and now I'm back to Eastern time. My body has NO idea what time it really is.

My battery is about to die, I must find a plug...

Okay, I'm back..

I am sitting next to a cold, cement column. I'm starting to get cold. It's only 50+ degrees here in sunny California, I dont know why I expected it to be warmer. As I sit here, I still see people from the flight I was on this morning. Another sidenote: I felt weird using US dollars earlier when I paid for a drink. I wasn't even gone that long to feel weird. I also saw that you can get 15 pesos to the dollar now. My homeland is seeing hard times I guess. Atleast it'll be cheap to go in the summer, more so than usual I guess.

We landed and the flight attendant says to us " It is 10:15am, Sunday March 22nd....all over again". I laughed. I'm getting some dejavu. So far, I much more enjoyed my first sunday. The second sunday has left much to be desired. Though about this time, I was walking through security, trying to find some food, and finding the internet that was really shotty by the way.

I read part of Marley and Me, mostly I skipped to the back where they did an interview with the author. His best advice was to keep a journal. I can't for the life of me regularly keep a journal. I dont know why, I just forget to write things down. I'll be fine for the first few days I decide I'm going to keep one, and then I forget, or I dont have time. I have a million journals, well what feels like anyway. I mean I got them all the time growing up, I tried keep diaries, I've got one I attempted to have in like 5th grade, then I picked it back up in 8th, then the next thing I had was LiveJournal, pre-facebook and every other social network site. I kept that for about two years. And, now we arrive to here. Admittedly I hated writing with a furious passion in the beginning of college, mostly because it was painfully hard getting words out on paper that made sense. Now, you can't really get me to shut up sometimes.

I passed an express spa type of place, I am debating on whether or not to give in and get a massage. I question it only because it is the airport and they mark everything up price wise. I might sit here a little bit longer. I look at my poor feet and they really need a good coat of nail polish and a rub. It's been winter so I can get away with little to no maintenance...

I think I'm done rambling on. There's a BK Lounge... I might have to give in to...but for some reason spicy noodles seem so much better right now, odd.