Finally Here

As most of you know, I tend to draw out stories and include way to many details (For example, see my last posting). I had this whole long thing about every detail of my journey here, but have graciously decided to shorten it for you.
Basically, I got here safely. I got butterflies for the first time when my mom dropped me off at the airport. Until then, I hadn't felt nervous at all. After that, I kind of forgot all about it because I was too focused on the logistics of getting through Chicago and L.A. It wasn't until I was getting on the plane in L.A. that went to Seoul that I started worrying again. As I sat down, my heart was beating noticeably faster. After take off, as I watched the lights of California fade in the distance, I started sweating. What the heck was I doing? I was on a plane by myself to a country that I had never been to, and knew nobody. I was so scared.
My last flight was fine. I had a good seat, and the thirteen hours went by relatively fast. (It only felt like twelve and a half) I got in at 5:30 am, and was picked up from the airport by a pick-up service. He brought me to a hotel, where I dropped off my luggage, and a guy from my school picked me up. I got to school way before the other teachers, who don't get here until 9:00. I then observed my classes for the morning. They let me go back to the hotel at noon when I could check in. I then attempted to sleep....
I was supposed to begin teaching today (Friday) but the departing teacher thought that would be cruel, so I won't start until Monday. I have brilliant kindergartners from 9:40-2:20, and some afternoon classes on Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays. My students call me "Stacie Teacher.
I will move into my apartment on Monday, after the departing teacher leaves. Everyone tells me that I have one of the best apartments. It will be a rooftop, but that's about all I know about it.
'til next time
Stacie