Leaving home

     It was kind of rough leaving home. I remember as a missionary in Peru not being affected by a change until I started packing my bags. Well I had finished all the pre-trip work, the bags were packed and still, it hadn't hit me yet that I was going to Korea and then to China. It was hard to say good bye to my roomates. It was hardest to say my goodbyes to my fiance Amy.It wasn't as hard as saying good bye as three years earlier when I left for Peru. I know when we see each other again, we'll have the best of times.
      I was kind of stressed out with school and trying to get wedding details taken care of before we left the country. I had finished all the school assignments, but there was still some details with moving my stuff that I needed to care of.
     On Friday night we stayed with Jin's uncle and his family in Sandy. We did some last minute shopping and eating at Chipotles, mmm. That night I saw Amy and I's engagement photos for the first time! We got to talk over the phone as we went over each one. We got to bed at midnight and then we woke up at 3am to be at the airport a couple hours early for our 6:45 am flight.
     The Salt lake city airport is a miserable place on three hours of sleep. I made some last minute phone calls to family and friends.We had our two hour lay over in San Francisco and it went quick. It didn't seem like we were even in California. Maybe it was a combination of sleep deprivation and excitement, but I was eyeing down all my Korean travelmates.

Downtown Seoul from An San: Saddle Mountain

        Seriously, it seemed as if the 12 hours from SanFran to Incheon airport in Seoul flew by. They even tried to acclimate us to the culture because when we left they served us  a sandwich and by the end of the trip they were serving full on shrimp soup. I was in between sleep and "The World is Flat", and various movies for that half a day. It was so weird going into the future because while the clock read midnight, the sun stole any sleep from my eyes when the window shutters were pulled back. I just followed the crowd when we landed because I didn't understand anything over the intercom. It was finally at 3 pm on Sunday afternoon on the Korean tarmac that it finally hit that we were in Korea. What a relief! Mmm, mm, mmm was it gorgeous! The smell of cigarettes filled the air as we strolled through the airport. Jin's dad picked us up in his BMW to mark the started of our Eastern Summer.