Korea, I love you, but sometimes you piss me off.
Not having a debit card that works internationally means that, before I left Korea, I checked flights to San Diego, where my brother is stationed. Flights were $300. I brought enough money to pay $500, just in case. By the time I arrived in Dallas, flights to San Diego were $800.
An insane amount of money to pay to see someone for two days, but I've done stranger things. I would have done it. But I can't get to any of my money once I leave the ROK.
Talking to him on the phone. It breaks my heart. He's just like me, in that he doesn't believe a thing anyone says, ever, when it comes from the heart at times. I hope he heard that I really did want to come, but I don't know.
I miss that kid so much. It's like I'm cut in half.