As soon as I walked through the jetway my nerves started to make place for excitement. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, longing for the air in Korea and the food and the people. Well, basically everything.
 
 
  
I showed my ticket to a stewardess and she told me where to go to find my seat. I walked to row 22 and put my heavy suitcase in the cabin above the seats. It was quite heavy since not everything I needed fitted inside the main suitcase that was in the hold underneath the seating area. I struggled to get it above my head, but after a few attempts and some irritating looks from the passengers behind me I finally managed to get it up and inside the cabin. Quickly I excused myself to the other passengers while I hopped over the legs of the people in my row. Since I had letter A, I could fortunate myself with the window seat.
  
  
   
With a thud I took place. I put my elbow on the armrest and placed my chin in the palm of my hand and looked at the landing strip from behind the window. Nearly half an hour passed before we took off. I was pushed in the back of my chair when the plane rose in the sky. Beside me I could hear a middle aged women murmuring some prayers, wishing for a safe flight. She clamped her arms around her stomach and not soon after that I could hear some puking sounds beside me. I, however, was too caught up in sight of houses getting smaller and smaller until my sight was blocked by white clouds, to even care.
   
  
  
It was currently 6 AM and the woman beside me had thrown up a few times after we took off, but at least it was better than a crying baby.
  
  
  
I took off my glasses and put the book I was reading aside. I couldn't concentrate on the story anymore and saw the letters dancing in front of my eyes so I decided to take a quick nap before the landing. It was only a two hour flight so I had one hour left to sleep.
     
   
  
When I woke up it was 7.15 AM and the first sun rays shone through the window. Not long after that the intercom reported that they were going to make the landing. I looked outside the window again and slowly the clouds drifted apart, revealing Seoul. Skyscrapers were visible and as soon as we got closer to the ground I could see all the cars of people going to their jobs and the narrow streets between the thousands of buildings. I could already recognize Gangnam and The Hill.
    
   
  
The pressure on my ears was hardly bearable and my head felt like it was going to explode. I pinched my nose with my fingers and closed my eyes before blowing with my mouth closed. Useless it was, because it only helped one second before the pressure returned. I guessed that I had to deal with it and popped a chewing gum in my mouth, just for the idea that it would help.
   
  
  
Everyone rose from their seats even before the light that says it is safe to unbuckle your seatbelt went on. Some people clapped for the pilot, but most of the people on the plane just glared at them. I never really minded though. The pilot did keep us safe.
   
    
  
The woman beside me was shaking on her legs and her face was as white as a ghost's. Mumbling to herself she stood up and squeezed herself between the people in the aisle. It was easy for her, because the only baggage she had was a purse. I, on the other hand, had to wait a while before I could exit the plane, because no one wanted to make place for me in the aisle so I could grab my suitcase. After I had done my time it was about thirty minutes later and I was running late to meet my host family. They offered to pick me up from the airport and I agreed since I was scared to be alone with a taxi driver.
   
   
   
Ever since I was little I didn't trust taxi drivers. I had heard bad stories about them, such as kidnapping and raping. Even though I didn't know what raping was, I knew it was bad. My father didn't trust them too and he was always suspicious. I know I shouldn't think of them this way, but it feels only naturally to do so... Weird kid, I said to myself. Causing me to receive some dazed looks.
    
   
  
I shrugged the thought off and walked towards the last customs check and handed my passport to the guard behind the counter. He eyed me and compared me to the picture on my passport. The one where I had huge bags underneath my eyes and pimples all over my face. Great.
   
  
    
I could happily say that puberty had hit me hard after that.
    
  
   
He placed a red stamp in my passport and gave it back. I nodded slightly and made a small bow before I walked through the gates and legally entered South Korea.
 
  
   
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I promise that Jungkook will appear soon, just hold on a little longer!

xx Gabi