Leaving on a jet plane

Leaving on a jet plane.
Don't know when I'll be back again.

Ok, so that isn't true. I'll be back next October. Just a year away right? Not so bad.

I'm lying.

But that's ok, it's part of the job (going to Korea, not lying). I've been to Korea before, same place, different decade. Wonder how much it's changed.

Probably a bunch.

Ah well, only time will tell.

Flying's not my favorite thing. In fact it's one of my least favorite things. Something about the heights. Yeah, an Air Force chick who doesn't like to fly. Go figure.

But if I was meant to fly I'd've been given wings at birth. That didn't happen. I always get a window seat. Sounds strange since I really don't like heights. But...with a window seat you get to control the window shade. I shut it. And it stays shut.

Ok, so I'm a wuss. I admit it. Isn't that the first step to recovery?

One suitcase is 50lbs, one is 70lbs. Hopefully their scale will match mine. If not,...well, I don't wanna think about if not.

Alright enough already. I'm logging off.

Sure gonna miss my Mama though.

*walks off humming*

Leaving on a jet plane.
Don't know when I'll be back again.

*Stupid song's gonna be stuck in my head all day now*