Lacking packing entusiasm

Flight: Tomorrow.
Passport: Missing.
Suitcase: Empty.
Stress Level: Medium High
Packing List: FINISHED! Ta-da!


There's always something small to smile about I guess.

Anyway, I remain completely unmotivated to do any rigorous packing and most likely won't be until about tomorrow. There's something about that last minute that propels me, although I will regret not starting now when that last minute finally rolls around. We all know how that goes.

Once packed and on board, it'll be a nine and a half hour flight plus a three or four hour bus ride to Chuncheon, South Korea, the city which I like to refer to as "home base." It's quite possibly the only place in Korea that I feel the most comfortable and have the most friends. It's where I learned how to catch taxi's and go to movies and shop by myself. The first place I got tipsy over Soju and attended my first Korean wedding and the only city abroad where I've ever had to visit a hospital. A lot of memories hail from Chuncheon, so I find myself terribly excited to show up and wander around like the eager foreigner that I was and am. Still, it will come with the price of sitting around for twelve hours at least, alone and anxious for that moment when my bus will round some bend and allow me to behold my personal city (yes, it belongs to me and I belong to it. Chuncheon and Nix forever).

On another note, I'll miss my sewing machine a lot as we've only recently developed an appreciation for each other. She has helped me spit out a multitude of experiments that range from a giant quilt to a dress gone wrong in more ways than one. We will be reunited in no time to tag team in the pursuit of fabric chaos. Amen to that.

Until then, it's happy travels to me and packing, packing, packing.