I cannot believe my own stupidity, arrogance and failure as a pretty seasoned traveller. I missed my flight to South Korea by assuming O'Hare was not as big as it really is. Now, as I sit outside the International terminal and wait for my (really ANY) Holiday Inn shuttle to whisk me away to bed, I feel my face slapped over and over again by the tall, proud standing Republic of Korea flag ironically (perhaps pointedly) positioned 100 ft in front me. There are others that flap, but that one, smack in front of me, hurts the most. I'm sure people will tell me that: "I've waited this long, what's another day?" Well kids, another day is just another I suppose, but right now, in my short-term, tired, narrow perspective I am viewing that day as that extra step that becomes the pain in my arse. I swear I am trying to be positive, but so far life is winning. So I guess I am left with the solace of the prospect of the abusive flag and lo-and-behold the fact that I am (though in limbo) alive.
-(Very) Weary Traveller
perhaps a pause, a slowdown maybe, a chapter in a book to be written someday, something the "back-homers" can chat about, a sidetrack-nevertheless part of the journey. yet, the traveller has enlightened us with her wit and her words. sleep well!
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