I hate goodbyes. They are the absolute worst.
I do my best to avoid them at all times. Sneaking out of bars when no one's looking. Last minute exits where I'm already gone before anyone notices (my success rate at these is questionable...). However, with leaving Korea, I haven't been able to escape the goodbyes. In fact, I feel like it's all I've been doing the past weeks. Every event was a "last time", a finality. As D-day (Delhi-day) approached, the likelihood that I'd spontaneously burst into tears increased exponentially. Canceling my phone contract? Tears. (And not just because of the exorbitant broken contract fee). Closing my bank account? More tears. Turning my Alien card over to immigration. "Finish-y?" "Finish. Waaahhh!"
Then, of course, were all the REAL goodbyes. Spin instructor! Gym buddies! Co-teachers! Friends! Friends! Friends! I love you guys! And the kids. Ohhhh the kids. My heart breaks every time it think of them.
So here I am, a crying mess, 40000 feet in the air. After realizing I wasn't upset because of spicy curry, and that I may actually keep this up for the duration of our trip, the poor flight attendant is really stressing about my mental/emotional well being. He keeps a constant supply of tissues ready, and brought me extra water to combat the dehydration.
I know as soon as I step off this plane, I'll be swept up into the craziness of Delhi and India. The feelings of loss will be replaced with the excitement of a new adventure. But before that happens, I want to wallow in my despair.. Feel all the feels... There sure are a lot of them.
***UPDATE****
We had a stop in Hong Kong, at which point the flight attendant took the opportunity to chit chat with me for a bit. (Thankfully the crying had subsided, so I was able to carry on a conversation). He asked about my travel plans, and expressed extreme distaste for my itinerary, *unless* I can make some boyfriends to bring to the desert with me. He then gave me his phone number, "just in case", and I promised to call if I ever needed to be rescued by plane.
I do my best to avoid them at all times. Sneaking out of bars when no one's looking. Last minute exits where I'm already gone before anyone notices (my success rate at these is questionable...). However, with leaving Korea, I haven't been able to escape the goodbyes. In fact, I feel like it's all I've been doing the past weeks. Every event was a "last time", a finality. As D-day (Delhi-day) approached, the likelihood that I'd spontaneously burst into tears increased exponentially. Canceling my phone contract? Tears. (And not just because of the exorbitant broken contract fee). Closing my bank account? More tears. Turning my Alien card over to immigration. "Finish-y?" "Finish. Waaahhh!"
Then, of course, were all the REAL goodbyes. Spin instructor! Gym buddies! Co-teachers! Friends! Friends! Friends! I love you guys! And the kids. Ohhhh the kids. My heart breaks every time it think of them.
So here I am, a crying mess, 40000 feet in the air. After realizing I wasn't upset because of spicy curry, and that I may actually keep this up for the duration of our trip, the poor flight attendant is really stressing about my mental/emotional well being. He keeps a constant supply of tissues ready, and brought me extra water to combat the dehydration.
I know as soon as I step off this plane, I'll be swept up into the craziness of Delhi and India. The feelings of loss will be replaced with the excitement of a new adventure. But before that happens, I want to wallow in my despair.. Feel all the feels... There sure are a lot of them.
***UPDATE****
We had a stop in Hong Kong, at which point the flight attendant took the opportunity to chit chat with me for a bit. (Thankfully the crying had subsided, so I was able to carry on a conversation). He asked about my travel plans, and expressed extreme distaste for my itinerary, *unless* I can make some boyfriends to bring to the desert with me. He then gave me his phone number, "just in case", and I promised to call if I ever needed to be rescued by plane.
Feel all the feels. I love that phrase. You will land on your feet wherever you go.
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