There is absolutely no mood elevator so effective as an airline confirmation code, and three of them is even better! In the three weeks I have left in the states, I have three air tickets--one to Oregon to plead for my visa, one to Alaska to give my cat to my mother, and the final one to Bangkok at last!
Every time I've gone to the airport in the past two years, I've cast longing glances at the EVA ticket counter, wishing I were in line there to board a plane to Asia. Now at eleven p.m. on the last day of September that wish comes true.
The only thing that would make me happier would be if my two sons were in line with me, but I take consolation in knowing that I'll be back to see them in the summer--and with any luck they'll be able to visit me as well. The cat-- he'll be happier watching squirrels and moose from my mother's window than if he were chasing jingjok in 90+ heat.
So as I dismantle my tiny household in Seattle, I'll keep in mind the complete bliss of sipping cognac at four in the morning as I cross the International Time Zone into a day ahead of my old life in the Cold Country, to disembark in a new (to me--I've yet to experience Suwannaphum) airport and to return to the country that truly feels like my home.