The first step of my lifelong dream of living in Australia starts right now.
At the SFO airport. Waiting to check in for my flight with my fairly decent, surprisingly cheap, $2 coffee at the international terminal. Showing up 3 hours early before actual check in open. Updating my resume so I can get some work. Paging some dude on the intercom. Welcome to San Francisco International Airport. Please dial 6424 from the white courtesy telephone; you have an urgent message! Why does Bart cost so much to get to SFO? It is cheaper to get to Millbrae and that is one stop further! Please report any suspicious activity by calling 911 from any airport telephone. Thank you for keeping our airport secure. Worries of travel now start to creep in. What if I lose my passport. Worse, what if there is a helicopter crash. AB, you are not on a helicopter. Oh, yeah right! Block worries out and become desensitized watching Youtube.
So much to do in life. So I just leave. I quit. I’m out. Peace out players!
But this time I actually did a good job of notifying people of my departure. But that is relative. Of those I forgot to tell, well now you know.
Escape? Maybe. Geographic? Maybe. Wherever you go, there you are!
But this is dream I have always had.
Hard to say goodbye because I don’t want to deal with feelings. I always feel bad saying goodbye. Like I let you down or something.
So most times I just do the Irish Goodbye. Just get up, walk out and leave.
This time I’ll leave this note.
Too many methods to communicate, but let’s stay in touch!
K, Thx, bye.