Made in Macau

There was an odd feeling I had when I started to read my first post for the first time since I wrote it. I briefly mentioned my anxieties over trying to figure out how airports work; and in many previous posts, I expressed similar worries over things like buses and trip planning and language barriers that now seem slightly trivial to me. This past weekend, I was in middle of returning home alone. I even had to deal with a last minute change of plans due to the very long delay of my first plane which would have prevented me from getting to my connecting flight. I had to take a different plane on a completely different route to London instead of Los Angeles, which I think would have made me completely freak out a few months ago, especially since I was alone. But now I have gained enough experience to take it all in stride, just following the new plan and do what I have to do. No doubt, I’m still a spaz that will freak out the moment that complicated problem rears its u