Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Royals Win!!!!1!

Kaufman Stadium, May 2000
Everyone and their dog is writing a Royals piece now, to which I say: woof woof.

I watched the Royals win the World Series in an empty Korean classroom on a computer, then gave out virtual high fives on Facebook and Twitter.  While I wish I could have joined the party on Mass Street or Westport or Citi Field, I was fine where I was.  It doesn't matter what continent I was on.  The Royals won the World Series.  The Royals.  Won.  The World Series.  I was there.

I was there in 1985 too, in the family room when the Royals beat the Cardinals.  I didn't know anything about baseball and I didn't really follow sports.  The Bears and the Royals were the best teams in the world, and I just assumed that my teams always had been and always would be.

I don't remember the first Royals game I attended in person, though it was definitely in the mid-80s.  I do remember my first double header.  It was July 3, 1987, and the Royals were playing two against Toronto.  The Old Man and I arrived late for the first game but saw the Royals seal the victory, then we watched the team retire its first number - Dick Howser's 10.  Howser had died from a brain tumor just a couple weeks before.  The Royals were down 4-3 in the bottom of the 9th with one out.  They got a single, and Willie Wilson came in to pinch run, then promptly stole second.  Kevin Seitzer struck out, and Toronto intentionally walked George Brett, then accidentally walked Danny Tartabull to load the bases.  Enter Frank White.  On a wild pitch, Wilson scored to tie the game and Brett advanced to third.  Frank White hit the walk off single to score George Brett, and all was right with the 1987 Kansas City world.  We got home from the game after midnight, but I didn't sleep for a second on the hour long drive even though it was the latest I'd ever been up.

The Royals were competitive throughout the rest of my childhood.  I got to see Bo Jackson hit some towering blasts and break some bats over his knee.  In 1993 they spent much of the year in first place before fading, and I cheered out loud in that family room at my parents' house when Bo Jackson finally came back from hip replacement surgery and hit a home run in the playoffs in his first at-bat - in a playoff game no less - even though he was now playing for the White Sox.  Watching Kansas City stars make huge plays in other teams' uniforms was something that I would have to get used to. The Royals were on a 14 game win streak when the MLB went on strike in 1994, and the game's economics changed and the Royals began their long dive.

I mainly ignored the Royals during their uninspiring Bob Boone years in the mid-90s, but fell back in love when Tony Muser took over.  The late 90s/early aughts outfield of Johnny Damon, Carlos Beltran, and Jermaine Dye was exhilarating.  Carlos Febles was an exciting young player, Joe Randa was solid at 3rd, Rey Sanchez couldn't hit but stole hits on the regular at shortstop, and Mike Sweeney was a star in the making.  However, the Royals bullpen was a disaster - no lead was safe.  Ricky Bottalico seemed to blow saves every single night.

Johnny Damon was the first to leave.  He was a homegrown, hometown guy who made it clear he would go to any team that paid him an extra nickel.  The Royals traded him for Roberto Hernandez, the closer they desperately needed, but Hernandez ended up falling apart, and without Damon's bat and base running, the Royals weren't in the position to blow saves as often anymore.

Despite the losing, the team still remained fun and interesting with Sweeney, Dye, Beltran, and Randa.  In 2000, I went to a game with some buddies.  Some credit card company was offering a free Royals baseball for applying, so we all applied for cards, knowing full well our derelict college-aged asses would be rejected.  Free baseball either way.  As the game continued, we moved to better and better seats in the half full Kaufman Stadium, and we finally ended up a couple rows away from Buck O'neil.  Buck was, as always, diligently watching the game and keeping score, so we approached him during an inning break to say hi, shake his hand, and ask him to sign our credit-card company provided baseballs, to which he of course obliged.  We were absolutely starstruck.  I really wish one of us would have gotten a picture instead of an autograph.  Shortly after, the Royals won on a Joe Randa walk-off grand slam.

The Royals managed to sign Mike Sweeney on a creative contract that required the Royals to go over .500 in order to lock up the deal, In 2002 they lost 100 games for the first time in club history and fired Muser.  Through largely smoke and mirrors, in 2003 they finally won - barely, going 83-79.  Sweeney's back problems would begin soon after, and both sides were locked in an unhappy 5 year marriage as the Royals tumbled back to last place in 2004. They would lose 100 games and be the worst team in baseball for the next 3 years.

In 2006, The Royals hired Dayton Moore as GM, but most people had stopped paying attention.  Another GM promising wins.  A GM who wanted to emulate small market winners like Tampa Bay and Minnesota.  At the time, success on the Twins level, i.e. winning the division and getting creamed by the Yankees in the ALDS, seemed unimaginable for the Royals at the time.

How do I know?  Because I was there, like I said.  I was there when Muser wanted the team to stop eating milk and cookies, I was there when Tony Pena jumped in the shower with his clothes on, I was there when Trey Hillman also was for some reason, I was there when Buddy Bell said it could always get worse and delivered on his promise.  I never thought this, this World Series, could happen.  I was there when the Royals traded future World Series MVP Jermaine Dye for Neifi Fucking Perez and Carlos Beltran for spare change.

The Royals showed improvement under Ned Yost,  I actually liked the Wil Myers for Jamie Shields (and Wade Davis) deal and the Zack Greinke for Lo Cain and Alcides Escobar deal at the time they happened.  Everyone knew the young up and comers like Eric Hosmer, Mike Moustakas, and Salvy Perez could be the real deal. Still, I never believed THIS was possible until September 30, 2014 when the Royals came back from 4 runs down agains the Oakland A's in the Wild Card game, the most exciting baseball game I've ever seen.

I was bum(garnered) after Game 7 last year, but I always thought we'd be back.  I never bought into the doubters who thought the Royals would regress this year.  In a way, winning this year is even better than winning last year would have been.  Last year the Royals were "cute," the little engine that could,  America's favorite underdog.  Winning this year, winning it all this year, that was for Kansas City.  Our fiery starting pitchers were quick with the chin music, and other American League fan bases grew to hate us.  Good.  I want the scumbag Toronto fans that throw beers at their own brethren to hate us.

I still can't believe we won, but the way THIS TEAM was constructed, I never thought we could lose.  Not after that game in Houston.  Wasn't going to happen.

We'll never see another team quite like the 2015 Royals. I've never loved a baseball team more.  

Thursday, January 16, 2014

The Super Bowl and Jaehak

Again with the football.  And no, I'm not going to talk about that game.  Being a Chiefs fan sucks.

Today I'm going to talk about the most noble of American traditions, the Super Bowl.  See, a lot of people gather together to watch the Super Bowl each year, often in the same location year after year.  I kind of miss this notion, but then again, it's not something I've ever really done.  As a chronic expat, rootless type, I've managed to see the Super Bowl most every year, but I never watch it in the same place twice.

The last time I watched two consecutive Super Bowls in the same room on the same TV was twenty years ago.  Today, I'm going to break that down.  If you are a football fan, a Jaehak fan, or an expat, this may ring true for you in some way as well.  If not, whatever, I already have your click.

I'm going to list this by Super Bowl year, not regular season year.

1994 - Dallas defeats Buffalo for the second consecutive time, and I watched the game in my parents' living room on the family Sony for the 9th consecutive time.

1995 - I was too cool at this point to watch the game with my parents.  Instead, I watched the 49ers murder the Chargers on my crappy 13 inch Toshiba in my parents's basement, my current home.  My friends came over to watch the game.  Mom brought nachos downstairs for us.

1996 - I saw the Steelers almost come back against the Cowboys at my buddy Doug's place with a couple other people.

1997 - My first non-Lawrence Super Bowl.  I watched the Packers beat the Patriots in my friend Becky's dorm room.  Becky had no interest in the game, but she had a better TV than me.

1998 - I watched the game with my roommates and friends at our shitty south Lawrence apartment.  I was horrified to see the Broncos win, and I still wasn't over the Chiefs heartbreaking loss to the Broncos at Arrowhead in a game where Denver took cheating to a new level.  Equally upset with the loss was my buddy Doug, who watched the game with us.  Doug would die in a car accident 9 months later, so this would be the last Super Bowl he ever saw.

1999 - The Broncos beat Atlanta in a game that should have been a Denver-Minnesota classic.  I watched it with my mom and brother at home on the family Sony for the final time.

2000 - Wow, those last two Super Bowls were depressing, and this one wasn't much better.  I watched it alone at my terrible converted garage apartment in the student ghetto in Lawrence.  All of my friends were out of town, and my mom moved to Baltimore on this very day.  St. Louis defeated Tennessee in a boring game with a great fourth quarter.

2001 - I had just moved to Florida, so I watched the game at my dad's house with him and his girlfriend.  The game was in Tampa, so we had gone out the night before to party with random Giants and Ravens fans.  My dad's girlfriend had cooked wings that were so spicy, I inadvertently drank seven Coronas in 30 minutes.

2002 - I was back in Lawrence, and I watched the Patriots upset the Rams at a bar in Lawrence with a bunch of friends.  This game is most noted for my buddy Daniel jumping up from the table and yelling "Where's your god now Kurt (Warner)!" when Adam Vinatieri hit the winning kick. Good times.

2003 - I was living in Chicago now, and I went to watch the game at my buddy Dennis's house in Elmhurst.  The Bucs killed the Raiders in the Gruden Bowl.

2004 - Going it alone again, I watched the highly entertaining Nipple Bowl in my shitty studio apartment on a terrible 13 inch Curtis Mathis TV.  I had plans to go to watch the game with friends in Wicker Park, but I was too lazy to take the El and too broke to take a cab.

2005 - I was living in a better apartment with my brother in Chicago at this point.  Both the Chiefs and the Bears were terrible all year, so Dr. Kickass and I had both adopted the Eagles early in the year.  We watched the game at a friend's apartment in Ravenswood, and were sad to see the Patriots beat our adopted team.  We promptly ditched Eagles fanhood.

2006 - I was on a European trip during this game.  I watched the AFC Championship at home and the NFC Championship at the bar in O'hare.  I didn't see this game live, though I did hear the result when I was in Munich.  My brother DVRd it for me, so I watched it in our Chicago apartment about a week after the fact.

2007 - My first Korean Super Bowl.  In Korea, the game happens Monday morning due to time zones.  I stayed in a shitty hotel in Itaewon the night before the game so that I could get up early and watch the game at the bar.  I ended up with a great seat at 3 Alley Pub, sitting in a chair with an unobstructed view of the projection screen.  I sat next to this old retired DoD guy.  Sadly, the Bears lost to Indy because Rex Grossman.  I stopped drinking at halftime because I had to go to work in the afternoon.

2008 - Without a real rooting interest, I was too lazy to bother going to Itaewon for the game.  Fortunately, It was on Korean TV.   I only saw the 4th quarter, but that was the only entertaining part of this game, as the Giants helmet-caught their way to victory.

2009 - I was back in America.  I watched the AFC Championship with my step brother and a bunch of people at a big house party, but as Baltimore lost there were no parties for the big game.  I watched the Steelers eek it out over Arizona with my mom and step dad at their house.

2010 - Back in Korea, a bar near my house had the NFL package and agreed to open early to show the Super Bowl.  My buddy Don and I were the only people to show up to see the Saints defeat the Colts.  I stopped drinking after the third quarter, then went to the gym to sweat out the booze before going to work.

2011 - I was unemployed (with a job starting in March) and crashing at Don's place in the Seoul suburbs.  I had the NFL package, so we watched the AFC and NFC championships live.  As the Bears lost to Green Bay, I no longer cared about watching the Super Bowl live so I immediately booked a flight to the Philippines.  This would be my second tip there, and the one in which I would meet Cores.  I was in Cebu the night before the game, and a local sports bar assured me they would be showing the game live at 6:30 a.m.  Turned out I didn't go since I stayed out at the bars until some sort of unreasonable hour.  I thought I would be able to watch it when I got back to Korea, but the NFL package that I paid $250 for would not allow me to watch the game a couple weeks after the fact.  I hated both teams anyway, so whatever.  This would end up being the first Super Bowl since 1985 that I did not see at all.  Given the trip, missing this game was well worth it.

2012 - Another Pats-Giants game, another Giants win.  I didn't buy the NFL package that year, I was still mad that they wouldn't let me watch the previous Super Bowl after the fact.  I found a nice pirate feed to watch the game live at my cool central Seoul apartment.

2013 - America again, Baltimore again.  As the Ravens were in this one, I went out to a bar with my mom, step-dad, and some friends.  I'd never watched the game in the city of the winning team before, so that part was cool.

2014 - TBD.  I work mornings now, so I can't watch the game and go to work.  However, unlike previous Korean jobs, I have sick days now, so there's a better than 90% chance that I'll call in sick to watch the game live, likely at Osan Air Base or Itaewon.  

Thursday, December 26, 2013

NFL Hall of Fame QBs: Current Players' Chances

Along with watching shady pirated game streams at work, I’ve been watching a lot of football highlights on YouTube and episodes of “A Football Life” as of late.  The playoffs are nearly here.  Living in Korea, football in general and the NFL specifically has become a long distance relationship for me, but the love is still there.  Apropos of nothing, I feel like talking about Hall of Fame Quarterbacks – current members as well as breaking down those most likely to be enshrined. 

The NFL Hall of Fame currently has 30 quarterbacks.  For the purposes of this post, I’m just going to call it 31 since the only thing that could prevent Brett Favre from being inducted on his first ballot is the apocalypse.  Kurt Warner is likely a shoo-in as well, but for now I’m going to leave him out of the conversation since his odds of going to Canton are slightly less than Favre’s 100%. 

We football fans (I use the we here, as I assume you must be a football fan if you’ve bothered to make it to the third paragraph) are experiencing the most prolific passing offenses in the history of the game.  Stats that I am too lazy to look up would probably show that Don Coryell and Bill Walsh would be considered run-oriented coaches if they were to run their exact offenses in today’s aerial focused game.  This begs the question – with such a pass-dominated league, are we currently witnessing the largest influx of quarterback talent in league history? 

The answer to this rhetorical question is probably yes, but I want to examine whether we are also watching the most Hall of Fame QB –rich season in history.  I think we can all agree that the only way Jay Cutler will ever be in Canton is if he’s invited to Brandon Marshall’s induction.  Yet, if Cutler time traveled to 1972, 1982, or even 1992 and somehow kept the same stats he puts up now, he would have been first ballot. 

If you are around my age, you probably recall the great quarterbacks of the 1980s and 90s.  In 1993 and 1994, the NFL boasted a whopping 8 future Hall of Fame starting  QBs.  The league had 28 teams at the time, so a remarkable 28.5% of teams started a hall of famer:

Kansas City – Joe Montana
Denver – John Elway
Buffalo – Jim Kelly
Dallas – Troy Aikman
San Francisco – Steve Young
Green Bay – Brett Favre
Miami – Dan Marino
Houston (1993)/Minnesota (1994) – Warren Moon

Surely, this was the most dense population of starting Hall of Fame quarterbacks, right?  Shockingly, no.  In 1971, there were 26 teams in the league, and NINE starting hall of fame signal callers.  Over a third of the league! 

New York Giants – Fran Tarkenton
Washington – Sonny Jurgensen
Green Bay – Bart Star
Dallas - Roger Staubach
Kansas City – Len Dawson
Baltimore – Johnny Unitas
New York Jets – Joe Namath
Miami - Bob Griese
Pittsburgh – Terry Bradshaw
Plus, for good measure, George Blanda threw a few passes for Oakland but was by no means the starter. 

Now, one could argue that a lot of those QBs are like prominent hitters in the dead ball era, and probably couldn’t beat out Alex Smith for a starting job today.  Other than a couple standout seasons and one super famous guarantee, Joe Namath was a pretty mediocre quarterback.  Yet, on that list of 1971 QBs, “Namath” was the only uncommon surname that spellcheck recognized.  I’ll save that argument for another day.

With these names in mind, let’s take a look at the quarterbacks of 2013 and weigh the hall of fame chances for each.  I’ll go division by division, and I’ll start with the AFC West, if for no other reason than the NFC East always gets to go first in these sorts of lists, so fuck them. 


Kansas City – Alex Smith – Probably no chance.

Denver – Peyton Manning – As certain as Favre.  The NFL Hall of Fame is more likely to shut down entirely than it is to snub Peyton. 

San Diego – Phil Rivers – He seemed to have HoF potential at first and he’s had a solid year, but he had too many down years and too little postseason success. 

Oakland – Matt McGloin/Terrelle Pryor – I should probably put them in the “too early to tell” category, but I think it’s a pretty safe bet that these guys are not Hall QBs.


Pittsburgh – Ben Roethlisberger – Really tough call for Ol’ Rapey.  Successful team, 3 Super Bowl appearances, two wins, maybe the best game-winning TD pass of all time all point toward Canton.  Then again, when I watch Rapey play, I never feel like I’m watching one of the best players ever.  I don’t seek out his highlights or tune in to Steelers games to see him play.  I don’t think anyone else does either.  Plus, he’s a dirty rapist.  I’d say definitely not first ballot, and 50-50 overall without a whole lot of upward mobility there.

Cincinnati – Andy Dalton – the Bengals seem to win a lot with him, and he can play.  I’ll go with a too young to call for him, but he will have to do A LOT to get in.

Baltimore – Joe Flacco – He had pretty much the best postseason in NFL history last year, causing the Ravens to overpay him by 50 million dollars or so.  Unless he repeats his January 2013 performance a couple more times, he has no chance. 

Cleveland – This year’s plethora of Cleveland starting quarterbacks have roughly the same odds of making the NFL Hall of Fame as I do. 


Tennessee – Jake Locker is still young, but I think he’s probably shown enough to assure he won’t be in the Hall.

Indianapolis – Andrew Luck – Still way too early to make a call, but I think he has the potential to make it.

Houston – Matt Schaub, Case Keenum – Both probably have roughly the same 0% odds as David Carr.

Jacksonville – no.


New England – Tom Brady – Yes.  Bold call, I know. 

Miami – Ryan Tannehill – I think he’s a good player and I’d be happy to have him on my team.  I’ll cop out and throw him in the too young to pick category, but I’d lean heavily towards no.

New York Jets – Geno Smith – Too early to tell.

Buffalo Bills – EJ Manuel – Way too early to tell.


Seattle – Russell Wilson – Too early to tell, but he’s look awful promising so far. 

San Francisco – Colin Kaepernick – ditto.

St. Louis – Sam Bradford – no chance.

Arizona – Carson Palmer – ditto.


Green Bay - Aaron Rodgers – Tough to say he would be a sure shot if he retired today, but I’m pretty sure he plans to keep playing.  If he continues on his current trajectory, he should be in.  This should be a good place to mention that I hate the Packers.  Two back-to-back Hall of Fame QBs covering over 20 years.  Over that same time period, my beloved Chiefs and Bears have gone through a combined 437 starting quarterbacks with maybe 5 Pro Bowl appearances between them.

Chicago – Jay Cutler – Not unless a whole lot changes.  So, no.

Detroit – Matt Stafford -  I think Brandon Weeden could throw for 4,000 yards if he had Magatron. 

Minnesota – Ponder/Cassel/Freeman – Nope.


Atlanta – Matt Ryan is a very talented starting quarterback, but he has no place in Canton.

Carolina – Cam Newton – Another too early to tell, but he hasn’t eliminated himself from the running yet.

New Orleans – Drew Brees – Absolutely.

Tampa – Mike Glennon – Way too early to tell.  Also, I haven’t seen the Bucs play a single time this season.


Dallas – Tony Romo – Dude has all the talent in the world, but he’s going to need at least 2, maybe 3 Super Bowl wins to overcome all his gaffes.  The way Jerry Jones runs his team, I don’t think those Super Bowls are coming anytime soon.  Gotta say no. 

Washington - Robert Griffin – He was on my fantasy team last year and I loved watching him play.  He should be in the too early to tell camp, but unfortunately I feel like he’s just too injury prone.  Out of the 5 young stars (Newton, Kaepernick, Wilson, Luck and RGIII) that dominated the preseason hype this year, I’m now of the mind that Griffin is the least likely one to make the Hall. I hope I’m wrong.

Philadelphia – Nick Foles –Definitely too early to tell, but he’s really come around this season.  He could be the most likely Hall of Fame QB in this division, which would have seemed impossible as recently as October. 

New York – Eli Manning – Full disclosure – I’ve always hated Eli.  He came into the league as a whiney bitch at the draft.  I don’t like using the term whiney bitch, as it could be construed as sexist and it’s also pretty played out, but I have no problem using it to describe Eli.  Eli’s crying at the draft was reminiscent of John Elway, and Elway is my least favorite athlete of all time. In the end, Elway made the Hall, and deservedly so.   Eli, on the other hand, will not be there.  Two years ago, he was a borderline candidate – Super Bowl glory and clutch postseason performance mixed with mid-season inconsistency.  However, he’s spent the last two years playing his way out of Hall of Fame consideration, a development that I’ve probably enjoyed more than I should have.  Then again, I know the Giants are Freddy Krueger, and they could end up going 8-8 and winning the crappy NFC East next year, then going on another playoff run.  No QB has ever won three Super Bowls and failed to get to Canton. 

So, to recap, the current NFL landscape is populated by three absolute hall locks (Manning, Brees, Brady), one very likely inductee (Rodgers), one coin toss (Rapey), six young upstarts with legit chances (Luck, Wilson, Kaepernick, Foles, Newton, Dalton), three rookies that we don’t know enough about yet (Glennon, Manuel, Smith), and a bunch of guys who range from terrible to very good, but just not good enough. 

This means that as many as 14 quarterbacks that started games in 2013 could end up in the Hall.  Will that happen?  Of course not.  11 of them would have to get in to match the same percentage of starters as the 9 HoFers from 1971.  I doubt that 11 of these 14 will make it.  I think that the percentage of starters making the hall of fame in 1971 probably won’t ever be eclipsed.  Still, I’d rather watch 20 or so of today’s starters than Bob Griese or Sonny Jurgensen.

Thursday, July 11, 2013


I'm a pretty big idiot.  You know this if you read here often.

Take, for example, my new embrace of stand up comedy.  I've always been interested in standup, but I couldn't have gone about it more idiotically.  I grew up and spent most of my college years in Lawrence, Kansas, as arty of a town as you could find.  I did comedy there a total of once.  I opened for a popular local band at their reunion show.  I ran a 15 minute set that I put together in two days in front of around 200 people, and I killed.  It would be over a decade until I went up again.

I lived in Chicago for four years.  Unquestionably one of the three or four best standup towns in the world.  The only other cities in the conversation would be New York, Los Angeles, and Toronto.  I went to a total of one open mic night in my years there, and I didn't go up.

I lived in Seoul for around 5 years all told.  Seoul is the peerless creative hub in Korea for music, art, and yes, comedy.  My last year in Seoul, I was living in the center, a short distance away from all the open mics.  My second-last year, I was living farther away in Nowon but I was making a ton of money (by ESL standards) so cabs were no problem.  I went up a total of once, 4 days before I left town.

Now I live in Cheonan, and I go up as often as I can.  Problem is, Cheonan is no place to do comedy.  I've done a few open mics here, but it's not a comedy scene.  Cheonan is a nice enough town, easily the best in Chungnam Province, but it's a comedy backwater.  Going to comedy shows in Seoul is no problem in theory, but they pretty much all happen on weekdays and I work in the morning, so that doesn't work so well.


I'm still down.  Today, I ate at McDonald's and I didn't even enjoy it.  I didn't finish my fries.  I had just walked 20 km or so, I thought I'd be hungrier.

Maybe talking about past awesomeness will pick me up.

I've been a popular kid, a nerd, a football player, a stoner, a punk rocker, a failed novelist, a radio DJ, a crooked convenience store cashier, a good student, a bad student, a TV cameraman, a Hollywood intern, a beach bum, a fake producer, a desperate gambler winning with my last dollar, a Eurotrash intellectual, a failed artist, a drunk, a permanent resident of my car, a hustler, a pyramid scam participant, a corporate whore, a Chicago Democratic Party operative, a failed screenwriter, an unemployed video game junkie, an honest fireworks salesman, a broke and unemployed dude living abroad, a teacher, a celibate, a lady's man, a magazine writer, a backpacker, a lover, a fighter, a fair to middling blogger, and a standup comedian.  I have literally slept in 5 star hotels and the gutter, both of which I paid for.

I've got range.

Saturday, April 13, 2013


When describing the expat life, wiser writers than I have discouraged it.  To be an expat is an eternal sense of bittersweet.  There are people, places, things, and ideas that I miss no matter what country I happen to lay my head.  

Long haul flights take on a different form for a chronic  expat.  The first time I flew westbound across the Pacific, I was definitely leaving home.  The first time I flew back to America, I was probably coming home.  On my ensuing flights, the grey area has been absolute.  I am simply flying from A to B, both leaving and arriving, neither leaving nor arriving.  To be an expat is to be at home everywhere and nowhere.  

There is not a country in the world in which I can use all of my technology without the aid of plug adapters.  More importantly, there is no land in which I don’t terribly miss people on the other side of the ocean.

Tomorrow will be one of those crazy expat days.  A day of beginnings, endings, and continuations.  A day spent in international waters and international airports.  Two full days will pass during two long flights.  

To those I am leaving behind – I will miss you, and I hope to see you soon.  In a country with ubiquitous wifi, I will never be far.  To those I will see on the other side, I can’t wait to see you again.  Again.