Change hasn't changed me

El is on a plane to Seoul right now, and by amazing coincidence she is on the same flight as my parents, and is seated directly behind them. I miss her, even though she's only been in the air for two hours. She'll arrive at Incheon about twelve hours from now. Though I am used to her not being around, this is the first time that we'll not be able to call one another with ease.

I miss little things about her. As an aside, my brain feels like cotton candy. Porous, unable to focus or concentrate or anything. I don't feel like doing anything. TV is anathema, I'm reading comic books but it's to pass time.

I miss little things about her. When El is on the phone, she likes to lie down in bed or on the sofa, and pull the blanket up to her chin while she talks. I hypothesize that she does this because she has always done it. She's lived in the US away from her parents since she was 14, and I expect that on lonely nights in her dormitory, she'd curl up in bed, pull the blankets up tight around her, and call her mom. Hours on the phone, a subconscious ritual she has now when she gets on the phone to talk to her mom, sister, or friends.

Thanksgiving morning we were eating dduk gook when a friend of hers called. As El ate the last bit of food, she stepped away from the table and lay down on the sofa, and pulled the blanket up to her chin to talk.

I miss her so much. Well, she'll be back in ten days, plus her company will pay for long distance calls, so I'll still hear her voice daily.