Away from home, cont.

OH HEY. Look what's being revived from the graveyard of neglected blogs. What better reason to bring back your attention to this embarrassing specimen of silly writing than the exciting news, of which you were already aware, that I decided to make the crazy flight from Boston to Singapore to visit Drew for two weeks. So welcome back!

The Flight

Korean Air is still my favorite airline; however, no excellent airline can overcome the hell that is a 13+ hour flight when sitting in cramped economy class. I could feel the clots building up in my veins despite furiously pumping my legs in that crazy compulsive fashion that made my aisle-mates scooch away from me as I undertook the supposed prevention of what's been termed "economy class syndrome."

DVT prevention exercises. Remember, for that added crazy look, don't stop.

Need I tell you that I broke out in sweats a couple of times thinking about pulmonary embolisms when I would suddenly find myself short of breath and start questioning if the tightening in my chest from my anxiety may actually be pleuritic pain.

Your neighbor will appreciate you even more when you start making this motion on top of your crazy leg dancing.

I was a mess. So when I landed in Seoul, Korea for my layover I was exhausted. I went to go sit in the waiting area for my final flight to Singapore, opened my book, and promptly did this:

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... except it was even worse because I was dressed like a hobo. But, like a champ I woke up RIGHT when they were making the final call for my flight. Despite wanting to shoot myself for thinking that the flight from Seoul to Singapore would only take 2 hours instead of 6, I nevertheless made it to my final destination with mind and body still intact. 

And yeah, remember when I complained about how Drew looked and smelled after his 24 hour flight back to Boston? Well here's what I looked like when I got off that plane. 

Drew graciously gave me a welcoming hug and helped me with my luggage. It was 1am Singapore time, but he was kind enough to humor me and agree to celebrate my disbelief of making it through alive by agreeing to get ice cream.

Ok, lots of pictures of the trip to come soon!