Sneak, sneak:
"June 25
th: I’m aboard the Northwest airplane heading to
Tokyo. It’s been a very long day, or it seemed like it. Dad woke me up around
8 am and that gave me time to shower quickly and be out by
9:10. We took the highway to the
Whitestone Bridge and then proceeded onward to the JFK airport. I went to Terminal 4 while Dad was trying to find a parking spot. I was really confused at first but after some lady helped me around, I found out that I had to print out a ticket from a machine since I ordered
one online. Dad was giving me a hard time since I was a bit slow at this and he doesn’t have patience. I headed to the luggage checkout place (D: forgot what it’s called) and after that, I was done. It was
10:30, I believe. I didn’t officially say bye to my dad since I got angry at him for getting pissed off at me. I was going to go back to check if he was there but the dude who told me which gate to go to was on the way there so it would be awkward if he saw me going back to the entrance of the terminal. I paced around a bit, feeling a bit tense. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely alone. No one was here to help me on my journey back to
Korea or with me to experience it. After pacing about aimlessly, I decided to walk down to the first floor."
OOOOOh~!
one online. Dad was giving me a hard time since I was a bit slow at this and he doesn’t have patience. I headed to the luggage checkout place (D: forgot what it’s called) and after that, I was done. It was 