No Monks Here
Maybe I should hate that I do it, but I can’t stop thinking of omens while I travel. Last time I left SFO there were more unknowns, but I clearly remember monks in the terminal on their way to Taiwan. Zen retreats, I believe. This time, I know where I’m going, how I’m getting there, and the layout of most of the terminals I’ll be going between. For some reason though, the lack of monks in SFO strikes me.
Maybe I’m just looking for an excuse to justify the heavy-heart I’m traveling with. A strange thing in its own right. Maybe because I let myself get too comfortable at home this time. Not sure. I know I’ve got to go though, I started this journey and I intend on seeing it through. I’m sure once I get into China I’ll be able to relax a bit more. I won’t have to worry about a late plane or no train tickets.
My flight leaves SFO at a bit past midnight SFO local time and arrives in Taibei about 6 AM TPE local. Flight to Hongkong at 7:40, arrive before noon. An hour for the train into Shenzhen. About 12 more hours from Shenzhen into Nanchang and then to the apt I’ll be staying in. More than a day and a half? Maybe I should have packed some sleep aids 
Boarding in 15. Back in the Silicon Valley before she knows it.
