The PKC

As I wait to go through security at O’Hare to board my flight to Seoul I have decided to pass the time by trying to update my woefully neglected blog. And posting it once I get to Korea.

Going on a journey of any kind becomes immensely stressful for me as the departure date looms. There is so much to do and a good chance I will forget something.

Luckily, I got my visa a couple of months early. When I showed up in the Korean Consulate in Houston one girl was getting her visa to be able to travel in less than one week. I, thankfully, had plenty of time.

Or so it seemed. Towards the end I was scrambling to get things accomplished on my PKC or Pre-Korea Checklist.  I needed to renew my driver’s license, I needed to find adaptors and I needed to pack.

I have a neurosis about packing. I hate it. Not only am I chronically over packing I procrastinate because of all the anticipated pain associated with leaving something I might need at home.  Upon arrival at the airport I had to unpack some of the heavier items from my bag with promises from my parents to mail said items to me as soon as feasibly possible.

Speaking of the parental unit, it was incredibly hard to leave them. Last night my mom revealed to me that she and my dad were concerned about me leaving. Yes, they were very proud and excited for me, but fear kept creeping into their consciences.  Part of me did not want to leave them. However, when I finally cleared security, after being manhandled by a masculine looking female TSA employee in a very uncomfortable way, and reached the plane--just in the knick of time I might add--I did not feel as freaked out as I did when departing for college. So, this has to be good right? The fact that I was not experiencing any panic attack symptoms stands as a good omen. I’m ready to take on South Korea. They best be prepared because READY OR NOT HERE I COME!