Your whole life is here, but you find you want to leave . . .
Ohgod ohgod ohgod.
T minus 5 hours and counting. I have my e-ticket and my visa and my passport and my photos, but the stupid web-checkin for Vietnam Airlines is not working. I really, really want to have my boarding pass because it'd maybe stop me from panicking that I'm going to miss the flight.
And I have the bus to Incheon to catch, by myself, with three things of luggage at 3:30 am in fucking Siji, which has the Worst Taxi Drivers in the World. They are insufferable bastards who refuse to drive foreigners most of the time, and bitch at you for wanting a cab from Sinmae down to the Foreigner Ghetto, which is ONLY seven blocks. I can't imagine why you wouldn't want to walk that with Emart bags or something.
And the bus info was only in Korean, so I had to have Jenny get me departure times and prices, and I am still kind of worrying that the bus is going to go right by and not pick me up, or that I'll be on the wrong side of the street.
So yes. Mild levels of panicking going on. Leaving home was not this stressful, I swear to God. Of course, leaving home didn't involve me dealing with everything from the visas to money to packing to transportation by myself.
T minus 5 hours and counting. I have my e-ticket and my visa and my passport and my photos, but the stupid web-checkin for Vietnam Airlines is not working. I really, really want to have my boarding pass because it'd maybe stop me from panicking that I'm going to miss the flight.
And I have the bus to Incheon to catch, by myself, with three things of luggage at 3:30 am in fucking Siji, which has the Worst Taxi Drivers in the World. They are insufferable bastards who refuse to drive foreigners most of the time, and bitch at you for wanting a cab from Sinmae down to the Foreigner Ghetto, which is ONLY seven blocks. I can't imagine why you wouldn't want to walk that with Emart bags or something.
And the bus info was only in Korean, so I had to have Jenny get me departure times and prices, and I am still kind of worrying that the bus is going to go right by and not pick me up, or that I'll be on the wrong side of the street.
So yes. Mild levels of panicking going on. Leaving home was not this stressful, I swear to God. Of course, leaving home didn't involve me dealing with everything from the visas to money to packing to transportation by myself.