The first flight I had the pleasure of sitting in between a really nice man and a REALLY grumpy, old lady. When I asked if I could squeeze by her to get to my seat, she looked at me as if I had killed her cat. Please, for the love of all things holy, if you love me, don't let me be a grumpy old lady. But on the other hand the man, Jim, taught me all about the mountains we were passing :)
Leaving the fam bam was rough. They are just too cute to not be sad about. I will miss them more than anything.
Once the wheels hit the runway, and the plane doors opened, all chaos punched me right in the face and words became symbols. Not kidding, everything was in Japanese. It's quite confusing if you can imagine. Apparently there are like 5 different flights going to Beijing and I picked the only one that was in English. I went up to board and the flight attendant didn't know English, so she kinda just shooed me away and waited for me to disappear. NOTHING IS IN ENGLISH. Once I finally feel like I've arrived at the right gate my thoughts are, "If this isn't the right gate and I get lost again, I'm turning around and going home." Crazy to think that not understanding anything is going to be my world for awhile.
I already am missing you guys and thinking about your cute faces. I wish you all luck in your days and keep your fingers crossed that I don't get lost again. xoxo
xoxox gossip girl. that's what i think of, so basically you're serena in my mind.
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