Brief notebook jottings in the Seoul airport:
It’s 5am in Korea, dawning in rainy solid gray through the futuristic windows of Incheon airport. I’m in total timezone limbo—been flying with the darkness all night. 3 hour layover before 8:40am flight to Hong Kong, and whatever future awaits me there. I feel ragged, tired, open, aching, time-warping, uncertain. Ignorant. As in, I don’t really know what I’m getting into, moving to Hong Kong to teach English for two years, or even why I’m really going. I’m a college graduate now. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now, so this seems as good a plan as any.