It's 12:48am, and I am sitting on my bed, watching the Red Sox in a nail-biter of a game with the A's. I'm scheduled to leave the house in approximately five hours for the airport - where my flight leaves for Chicago at 9am. I am strangely relaxed, considering I am moments away from embarking on a journey half way around the world - armed with nothing more than my wit, a basic understanding of Mandarin, and a Lonely Planet-type book (actually, I couldn't afford Lonely Planet so I went for the 8th best thing: Frodders).
My backpack is stuffed to the brink. Apparently, I should have listened to Noel and spent the extra 20 dollars to buy a larger backpack...there goes my silly cheap-ness again. May I not succumb myself to the detriment of my own preferences again.
Hal, my travel companion, is noticeably nervous, as he strolls in and out of my room, contemplating smoking cigarettes in my driveway. Of course, his fears are certainly founded, considering this will indeed be an exciting and nerve-racking adventure for the both of us.
Since I have seemingly secured all the necessary components to guarantee a smooth transition to law school after I return, I have nothing left to worry about on this trip, except how to get from one desired destination to another, and when my next meal is going to be. Needless to say, I hope I can act swiftly on my feet, and rely on resourcefulness to navigate cultural and linguistic barriers.
First stop: Hong Kong
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