I've got all my stuff packed, my entire life in two suitcases and a carry on. I'm pretty proud actually, my suitcases combined weigh less than 70 pounds. The big one is really light because there's only clothes inside it, but I had to sit on it to get it shut with my pillow and everything inside. The customs agent will be in for a great surprise if they decide to open that sucker up - my pillow will spring to freedom like those novelty snakes in a can. Good luck getting it shut again.
Is there any irony in the fact they were playing Karate Kid on the flight over? The new one, where Will Smith's kid goes to China. I laughed.
Also, why is it every time I travel I end up at the very furthest gate possible? It's midnight, the terminal is almost empty and my gate here is literally the LAST GATE on the OTHER SIDE OF THE AIRPORT from where I came in. It was quite a hike actually, and all these TSA people kept giving me funny looks as I trekked alone down the long path. Eventually I just started shouting "International terminal?" and pointing in what was (hopefully) the right directions, so the TSA people would nod or yell back.
Other funny thing, I realized this is the exact same gate I flew out of to go to Japan a couple summers ago with this high school study abroad group. I remember because we almost didn't make the flight after our plane in O'Hare crashed. Seriously.
I'm rambling at this point. Hopefully I'll arrive safely, and find a place to live and an internet connection, and I'll be updating with a more interesting post then.
Over and out!
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