To the Airport or Not to the Airport

Looking back I can laugh since the outcome wasn't too terrible.

In Korea we lived about 1 hour from the airport. Seoul in like NYC with crazy drivers and roads that do not make sense. My fantastic friend Ashli offered to drive me to the airport since I had 6 bags and would have had to ride the subway for 1.5 hours, take a taxi for $80 or the military bus and be there 5 hours early. I jumped and said YES at the offer! She picked my up from the hotel at 12pm and my flight was at 6pm but being international you have to be 2 hours early and I really like to be early for flights because I hate getting stressed about making it on time. She has here GPS and we sort of know the direction to go so we think 2 hours is enough time to make it there.

Everything starts out good (doesn't it always) we are on the highway headed in the correct direction when the GPS tells us to turn right in 300 meters and since we are Americans and can't for the life of us estimate how far a meter is we take the next right exit and onto another highway we go...in the wrong direction.

Dear God, please help me make this flight.

We think it will be OK we just need to exit and U turn, well there is no exit for 14 miles since the highway goes though a tunnel and when we pop out, we both realize that we are by Seoul Station and farther East that we actually live.

Dear God, please help me make this flight.

So after a few tense minutes we see a sign to Suseo, which is the subway station for where we live so we can start this journey over again and that is where the GPS wants us to go. On the way to Suseo we both come to the realization that maybe we should change plans, there is no guarantee that we are going to be successful with attempt #2 and traffic is starting to get bad since it is now after 2 pm. There is an airport transfer bus from Suseo that is about $15 per person and it leaves every hour, so we decide this is the best option so that I do not miss the flight and cost myself and extra $1000. We turn into the shopping area and unload all 6 bags as fast as possible since we have no idea what time the bus really leaves.

Dear God, please help me make this bus and flight.

We run across the street and read the sign, we have about 10 minutes till pick up. So on my last day in Seoul, I got a tour of the city with my friend and still made it to the airport on time.

Dear God, thank you for helping me make the bus and flight. No more funny business, I just can't take anymore.

The sound of R's voice when I told him I was at Suseo still makes me laugh since I was suppose to be at the airport hours ago. I'm betting R will "supervise" my next airport adventure to be sure I get where I am going on Army Time...you know those military men...have to be in control. But all in all it is a funny story and one that I will hold over Ashli's head forever.

A little too late, a year and 1 month late to be exact

I think it so fun to read back to a year ago and remember what I was thinking/writing at that time. So now I am making a commitment to blog more often...I am not sure what more often means exactly but I'm thinking weekly to bi-weekly is a good start. I mean my life is not that interesting, well I don't think it is but I was told last week that I have the most exciting life by a friend so I figure I should share it with all of you 4 followers. Thanks Mom!

Here's my last month for you.

The "BIG MOVE" and it actually it was 4 moves. I moved from Korea to TX on Jan 10, R moved from Korea to TX on Jan 18, then we both moved from TX to Robby's House on Jan 28 and finally into our first home on Feb 16.

Problem 1, we had to move a different times so he had to suffer 1 week without me...or so I am told. I sort of enjoyed a week to myself without cooking, cleaning and wife duties. Problem 2 we have household items coming from Korea and stuff in storage in TX, which we of course decided to DITY move. So for 2 days it was R, Jay Jay and me bumping along in the rental truck and Mom following in the car. Problem 3, Robby's House (nothing with the house specifically) just that it was a temporary place so we could not unpack that much, or we should not have unpacked that much is a better statement.

And how can I forget the fact that I have lost not 1 but 2 military ID cards in this move and I am an organized person! The first one was in my ski jacket pocket that got packed by the movers before I remembered where it was and the second died somewhere between San Francisco and Dallas. I was so exhausted from the flight and the little mishap on the way to the airport (a story for later) that I think it fell out of my pocket while I was sleeping in the lounge chairs...YES, I was one of those travelers stretched out over 3 chairs and snoring. That is mortifying every time I think about it but at the time I did not care. So once R was home I had to make a trip to the Pass/ID Office at the Ft Worth JRB and get a new one. The guy there did not even ask what happened, I'm guessing he could see from the records that this was my second ID in 8 days so maybe he knew better than to ask. But the first ID did show up in my ski jacket and now I have 2 and I am still contemplating and what to do about that little issue since the first picture is way better than the one I have now.

Oh and we went from renting to buying a house in 2 hours and we decided to buy the 4th house we saw. So, maybe I have an exciting life. I'm just thanking God he got us here safe, found us an amazing house in our budget and keeps blessing us everyday.