...well, sort of. I have a week left in Denton, the town that I've lived in for three years. Then, it's a month in my hometown....and then what?

I'm definitely looking forward to the change, the job, the life. But there's a lot of baggage coming along with me (metaphorically speaking. My actual baggage is only two pieces plus a carry-on). When I get there, will I be okay? Like for real okay? When will the magic wear off? When will I start to set my mind to something? When will I start screaming the F word out of frustration? Exactly how many hearts will be broken?
Am I prepared for this insanely huge move? Do I have enough clothes? Will I forget to pack something important? Will I disappoint the people I meet in Korea? Will I make friends easily? Will I embarrass myself to no end? Will I be a good teacher? Will I find a good temple? Will I be a good student? Will I ever shake this bad pronunciation?

I guess a little bit more shortsighted, when will I miss this town? I've really grown to like Denton. I think I'll even miss this rat-hole of an apartment (expect the days of no A/C). I'll definitely miss my friends here (what's left of them - international students have a tendency to leave once you get friends with them).

I know that I'll miss my hometown. Hell, I'm not even in Killeen yet and I know I'll miss it. I've been apart from it long enough to know that I'm a country boy through and through. Thanks a lot Central Texas. You've produced yet another good ol' boy.

In the meantime, I'll be sure to make good use of my time (read: not at all).