All I could think of...

As I was stepping into the line to get into the terminal all I could think of was, "What the fuck am I getting myself into?" It was such a slurry of mixed emotions. The 13 hour plane ride was enough to think of many scenarios.
After a long exhausting plane ride, I was so excited to set foot on land. It was a little strange getting my temperature checked because of the potential dangers of swine flu. I have never been told to wash my hands so many times. These people are taking it way too seriously.
Stepping in line to finally get into the country, I was labeled a foreigner to get my papers checked. What a strange thought, I was no longer in the safety of my bubble of the familiar.
Yesterday was my first day out in Seoul. I don't think I could haven been stared at more. Being in America, diversity is the norm. I thought I would not stand out in a country fully dominated by one race. I was wrong. My shoes, my clothes, my language threw a red flag in the air signaling I was not one of their kind.
What a strange world I stepped into. I am learning so much already and I already feel closer to my mom. It makes me genuinely happy. I'm in this new place that is so much a part of me that I have no idea about. There are more places to see. Much more to discover. I'm excited.