in 48 hours from now

I'm quite close to my plane ride to Korea. It's a little over 2 days away. I've packed 2 large suitcases, each with precisely 49 pounds and I am wondering at how I ever thought of myself as a simple life person. I have so much stuff that I am leaving behind, hoping I won't miss it too badly these next 12 months.
My nerves are numb. I am scared, freaked out and nervous. And only a little excited. Not because I'm expecting Korea to suck (which, yes, I admit, I'm err on that side right now), but because I hoping so badly that it doesn't. And I figure if I don't get too excited, anything is bound to be better than what I'm fearing.
If you looking for what to pray for me:
My hope? To be delightfully intrigued with this year enough for it to go wonderfully fast. Because I do want to to be good. But I also am excited to be on the other side of this year. Hopefully wiser, hopefully culturally enlightened, hopefully stronger and happier, and maybe even clear on what to do with my life.
But also, pray that I am not suppressed in the expression of who I am.

It's true

I am moving to South Korea. Just for a year, but the idea seems practically surreal even as I prepare to leave in 7 short days from now. I only knew of this opportunity three weeks ago...I decided to go because I could see any reason not to. But it is crazy. I feel crazed and curious and I'm not going to lie, I'm just hoping it doesn't suck. Because, even though everyone in my life is telling me that I'd be a fool to not go, I feel like I'm a fool to do something so far (so very, very far) from anything I want to be doing.
What I love: artistic expression, Europe, young adults, reaching the intellectual and the artist.
What I don't really know (Korea): Asia, preschool kids, conservative traditional thought.
Korea, please don't suck.