Amanda Takes Off...

My flight left at 3:30 am instead of 00:45 am. (I told Good Man this through GoogleChat, much to the annoyance of the Vietnam Airlines woman who didn't want me to use the computer in the business lounge. Hey, your airline delayed my flight by nearly 3 hours and there are no phone booths inside the terminal. Let me use the computer.)

I had a great time in Vietnam (and am sorting through 500 pictures to make an album) but I was ready to get back to my own bed, my own subway system, and my own money. (By the way, I accidentally-illegally removed Vietnamese dong from the country. There was no currency exchange open.)

Good Man was waiting at the bus stop for me, which is equal to getting picked up in a car when a) Good Man doesn't have a car or license, b) it's 70 mins by subway from his house to mine and c) it's 55 mins from the airport to my house by airport "limo" (bus).

I felt my face change when I saw him; as soon as he saw me, I knew what I looked like. (So nice, compared to how I felt the last couple times I've come home to boyfriends from trips abroad!)

We spent the day together, eating, watching Californication and Weeds. I gave him his gifts and unpacked just a bit.

I am not ready to go back to work tomorrow, especially as there are no students for several days and I will just be sitting there while the Korean teachers get to sit...not there. I was also not ready for Good Man to leave.

"Let's call in sick all week! 'Oh, sorry, boss, I am very sick!'" He laughed. "Tell them you ran off to the circus! Forget Cirque du Soleil, Cirque de Amanda! Let's go!"

He just laughed at me.

But he wants to call in sick, too. I can tell. 똑똑한 사람이야...