Thoughts from Monday at 11:45 am, or Sunday 8:45 pm

I've got adapters, the internet, and some free time. Here's the backlog of notes (with some snide-in-retrospect comments probably):

Thoughts from Monday at 11:45 am, or Sunday 8:45 pm
I guess it depends on your state of mind

The good: first time on a double decker plane, aisle seat, United Airlines actually served some sort of mini-ramen for lunch (for dinner?)

The bad: a little over 6 hours to go. Somehow, less leg room than Southwest. Guy in front of me is in max recline. Constantly.

Couple of study abroad kids on board, but from what I've heard, they're going to HK Baptist [surprise there were actually a bunch of CUHK people on board!]

Ipod batteries holding strong, thnk god. Probably slept for ~2 hours and most through most of the Ra Ra Raiot album - which, for the parts I was awake for, rules. Lots of Asians on board - the old ones all speak cantonese, while the young ones are speaking English.

Approaching Tokyo, apparently, closer to Siberia though [who knew?]

As most of the people have their windows down, the plane has this weird timeless feel to it. Not that it could last forever (that would suck), but there is just no way to tell what time it is. Without seeing day or night the only clue is my watch.

Packing always gets me in a weird/depressed mood (listening to Death Cab while doing so probably doesn't helpt at all). It just feels weird to know that you can basically pack up your life. Probably worse is knowing what you're leaving behind.

But it's good for you, that's the thing, and you know it's good for you, but for me it doesn't quite fel that way. I know that this helps in the long term - jobs, life experiences, all that stuff is enriched, but for me it's not necessarily the best. There are other places I'd rather be, and other people I want to be with. Stuck in a comfort zone? I guess, but it is comfortable.

Despite these reservations, I'm going to have a good time. Stockholm syndrome aside, I'm going to be a 20-21 year old student living in HK for a few months. If I can't somehow enjoy that then I'm trying to be miserable, and that just doesn't seem fun.

It's been 7 hours and 3 minutes in the air. It's 12:08 and 34, 35, 36 seconds. I just ate lunch and am considering taking a nap before my pre-dinner snack [read: I'm on HK time now] (I hope spaghetti keeps) and its 12:09 28, 29, 30.

And I'm on a plane to Hong Kong. What's 4 months? Four months is nothing. That's either a good thing or a bad thing. It's 12:12 25, 26, 27 and here I am.