Chapter 1.1: Leaving

LAX Goodbyes






Off to See the World


The last night before I leave I packed furiously late into the night. My mother, being the amazing woman that she is acutally fits my years worth of summer/winter/workout/formal clothing into two suitcases weighing exactly 50 lbs (well one of them was 2 lbs over actually). So everything was finally packed but I think I caught a slight cold in the process of packing and subsequently suffered from cold and hot flashes all of my last night at home. This later comes back to haunt me for about half of my Taiwan trip, but I'm getting there. At the airport my mom was surprisingly composed but my Dad was the sniffly one. I suppose you can't win them all. He just kept saying over and over "I'm going to cry, I'm going to cry" and I just kept saying back, "No crying Dad, no crying."