Moving to Korea was crazy. You didn’t know anyone. You only started learning Korean in College and you only took up to Korean III. You hadn’t even stopped to think about your actions. You just jumped into action after receiving the job at SK Group. You were the newly hired Marketing director. Your pay was good and you would be in the City. You were seated in first class, reclined back and taking your motion sickness pills. Airplanes gave you such head splitting headaches. 

Your heart was beating so fast and you were perspiring lightly. You were ok for most of the flight but when it came to take off, to put it quite simply, you were terrified. The fast movement and the even steeper incline made your hole body shake. You hated waiting for take off. The anticipation was almost as bad as the actual take off. Almost. 

Someone opened up the over head compartment and put his backpack in next to yours. You barely spared him a glance. You were far to nervous and were repeatedly reading the safety message on the back of the seat in front. The words were meaningless distractions to your minor anxiety attack. The plane began to roll down the runway and your hands clenched the seat tightly as you breathed through your nose to calm your breath. 

“Ew! Are you going to throw up?” Sneered a voice behind you in Korean.