6.04.2013
korea bound
Many people have told me to start a blog so they can follow me along on my adventures here in South Korea. I hate blogs. I never thought I would make one. However, I began to grow tired of repeating my "life news" to every friend and/or family member that asked. So here I am, blogging.
I'm here for three whole months and I'm missing out on a lot. My brother, Nick, graduates high school this week and I can't be there. My other brother, Zach, receives his driver's permit and I can't be there. My best friend and college roommate, Pritz, turns 21 this month and I can't be there. I'm not sure what my sister, Gabi, and the rest of my friends and family will be up to this summer, but I do know one thing - I can't be there.
Although I depress myself thinking of everything going on back home that I won't be able to be a part of, I am so excited to be in Seoul.
I left from Indianapolis to Atlanta. From Atlanta, I boarded a plane to South Korea. For those who didn't know, I hadn't ever flown alone or internationally until this trip. I knew I had a 14 hour flight ahead of me but I wasn't prepared for it. At all. Sure, there's a TV in front of you and you get meals and snacks and the seats are a little better than domestic flights.. but you're in one stationary chair for 14 hours straight. You can't prepare for that and believe me, I tried.
Upon landing, I followed the crowd through immigration, baggage claim and customs. I quickly found my Uncle Brad and sent a few "I've landed safe and sound" messages to friends and family. Then, I sat on a bus for another hour or so. GOOD GOD I WAS SICK OF TRAVELING. We finally made it to the apartment and lugged my two suitcases up to the 4th floor (no elevator, of course) and headed out to enjoy some delicious Korean barbeque. I thought I was decent with chopsticks prior to coming to Korea.. I was so wrong.
After dinner, we headed back to the apartment. I was pretty worn out after traveling so much and was ready to hit the hay. My uncle's birthday celebration was the next night, and judging by some of his previous Facebook posts, I needed to rest up.
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