Guess what? I made the biggest faux pas a (international) traveler can make. I forgot my passport at home. Who does that? My mom turned around and went back to get it but I felt kind of bad because for her these last 2 1/2 to 3 hours would have been moments she probably wanted to savor since I’ll be gone for the year.
I made it to the plane despite my passport arriving later than the check-in time. The airport staff was very helpful and within the group that I walked with through the airport, there was one particular lady with kids who was looking out for me. She never spoke to me directly but that was kind of her and I felt safe and protected. I listened to Daft Punk’s album on the plane and as I sat back to relax I think about all the events that have led me toward this moment. I am excited to meet my homestay family and see what they are like.