like water.
Maybe this way, the flight won't be so bad.
This might be the world's greatest airport—and an airport that feels more like home to me than the apartment in Seoul that our family moved into three years ago—but it's still an awful place to be right now, even under the otherwise great circumstances (the magic business class upgrade, and with a world-class airline. But I really don't give a damn.) I'm tired of leaving places, and of leaving people, and I'm scared of what awaits me when I land at the airport in Chiang-Mai. Of being an imposition to Ajarn L, who is already taking the trouble to pick me up from the airport and let me stay with her for a few days; of the disaster that might be my first class(es) tomorrow, for which my lesson plans seem feeble and naively optimistic; of the realization that this was all a mistake.
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