I have to admit that there is no small joy in having a profession for which they send you home early on a Friday just because of some low clouds.
I’m going to Korea this spring. I don’t know where, precisely, that’ll be yet; people who have been there are encouraging me to try for K16, but I have to figure out who exactly to call to arrange that. Apparantly it is 20 minutes out of Seoul, which sounds like a welcome change from the underpopulated agricultural vastness of Alabama. More details on that will come as time passes.
It’s starting to look like flight school will have a finite length after all, with the endpoint approaching in a matter of weeks. I can’t say that I’ll be sad to go. I’ve been a professional flight school student for longer than any other job I have ever had; it’ll be a relief to finally be able to tell people that I am a pilot without having to qualify the statement. It’s exciting, heading out into the real world: I’ve been a student continuously since kindergarten, with the exception of the time in Japan when I was a teacher. It’s time to move on: optimistically, I’ve already completed a quarter of my life; it’s about time I started making something of myself.
There are six weeks until the expected graduation date. Two months, maybe, until I’ll be in Korea. I’ll be counting down.
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