A 37-Hour Day

Hello there, everyone!

Sorry, as always for my recent lack of posts. As I mentioned a few weeks back, I had finished my job and promised that big things were coming. I had fully expected to post more than once or twice since that bold announcement, but it’s unbelievable how busy one can be when not working. I swear that between the regular evening appointments and tying up loose ends on the peninsula, I was probably busier than ever. Well, anyway, I promised big things, and here they are! Starting with a 10 hour flight that landed me right here in San Francisco International Airport…5 hours before I ever even left Korea (at least on the clock). They say that time travel isn’t possible, but after being sleep deprived and getting a second chance at March 15, I’m not so sure.

Let me take a step back. Some may ask, ‘Why, Mr. Kimchilover, have you fled Asia?’ The standard answer is that I haven’t been home in a year and a half and miss my parents, which is true. But that’s certainly not all of it. The more honest answer starts something like, ‘Well, see, there’s this girl…’ and we’ll stop there. I don’t want to go sharing too much of my personal life with the world;)

So yeah, that’s basically it. I’m sitting in an airport. A little bored. Really tired. With a beautiful lady sitting across the table from me. I’m drinking coffee that is much cheaper and much better (dark=good) than the standard fair in Korea, and despite possibly having contracted a cold from the United Airlines air-conditioning system I’m doing great. Next stop, home of the greatest NFL and worst MLB franchises of all time.

That’s all for now. We should be boarding in about ten minutes and the coffee is starting to get to me…

See you in Pittsburgh! I’m coming Mom!

Until next time,

-Steve