12:57 AM. I can't sleep.
I just got news that I am going to Korea for the next 3 months. A lot sooner than I realized. I had planned on going around mid October. But to actually hear the times - in roughly 10 days.
I feel like I don't know what's about to happen to me, and I really hope it's gonna be workable.
Of course, in the moment, it's different. But the stress happens when I think of this new life.
How it's gonna rock. How it's gonna suck. How I'm gonna miss In and Out Burger. How I'm not gonna know what the hell people are talking about.
How my life will soon be (hopefully) a lot more financially stable.
Was this all worth it for the money?
Money is good right?
But I'm freaked that my life might change. I like it now...well, not really. But the rapid change aspect is probably the hardest thing.
What do I know about having money? Fucking nothing. I've been either near-broke, or happily taken care of my entire life. Sucks, I know. But this isn't colledge anymore. This is my life. My real life. I have bills, I have shit to take care of.
Somehow this is real. Somehow we're doing this. Hell ya.
But it's just scary...
LAX to ICN flights are running 800 bucks. Just a few months ago, that was more than I was making a month.
And now I'm flying there...and back. Crazy. I'm edging day by day to a jumping off cliff-point as it were. Will we sink or fly?
I just got news that I am going to Korea for the next 3 months. A lot sooner than I realized. I had planned on going around mid October. But to actually hear the times - in roughly 10 days.
I feel like I don't know what's about to happen to me, and I really hope it's gonna be workable.
Of course, in the moment, it's different. But the stress happens when I think of this new life.
How it's gonna rock. How it's gonna suck. How I'm gonna miss In and Out Burger. How I'm not gonna know what the hell people are talking about.
How my life will soon be (hopefully) a lot more financially stable.
Was this all worth it for the money?
Money is good right?
But I'm freaked that my life might change. I like it now...well, not really. But the rapid change aspect is probably the hardest thing.
What do I know about having money? Fucking nothing. I've been either near-broke, or happily taken care of my entire life. Sucks, I know. But this isn't colledge anymore. This is my life. My real life. I have bills, I have shit to take care of.
Somehow this is real. Somehow we're doing this. Hell ya.
But it's just scary...
LAX to ICN flights are running 800 bucks. Just a few months ago, that was more than I was making a month.
And now I'm flying there...and back. Crazy. I'm edging day by day to a jumping off cliff-point as it were. Will we sink or fly?