Socks in Beijing
I never intend to be late. It just happens. My mom used to say it runs in the family – a reassurance and a curse. When flying, it is important to be on time so you do not need to rush or stress unnecessarily. I like the calm of getting there with plenty of time. I don’t like that feeling of panic that overcomes me when I am late. Yet, it happens again and again - I’m late. And all for trifle things. In Beijing, it was a pair of socks and spray deodorant at a subway stop in the Business District, and, then in Dublin, it was a pair of reliable underwear purchased a second time to replace the stupid lace thongs that I’d accidentally bought the night before. My trip to Beijing was an 18-hour layover from Seoul to Los Angeles. I was tired from the 10 days in Korea that I had just finished, walking everywhere, and I’d forgotten to pack several items in my carryon that I took to the Air BnB I stayed at in the Gaobeidian District...