this jet lag is killing my sleep schedule.
today is the last day of my very long somehow approved vacation. i’m pretttttyyy sad.
i really miss japan though. I’ve been to other countries and they were all fun, but japan takes the number one spot for me. maybe it’s because in middle school, anime/manga/games were a huge part of my upbringing. obviously anime/games don’t reflect japanese culture, but it was definitely what motivated me to learn japanese and made me want to visit japan.
12 days still wasn’t enough time. i’d say 3 weeks is perfect. it was actually 10 days because the first night we spent hours trying to decipher the public transportation and the last day we nearly missed our flight. the first night after getting settled was so fun though. everything was just so fucking new and different. i hadn’t been out of the country for 5-6 years. sandy and i just roamed the area at 4 in the morning. we quickly learned that there’s 24 hour anything pretty much everywhere. we wandered into peacock, a market, at 430 am. we got two cans of booze and got drunk as fuck. we walked to a 7 eleven where we realized how shitty 7 eleven is at home. pasta, booze, and a huge appetite for adventure. i think that was one of my favorite days.
i miss the cityscape. we could literally just pick a random stop or direction and it would take us some place that would barrage your senses. i miss the fact that you could hop onto the shinkansen and it could drop you off in the country or into the city. i especially miss the food and how cheap everything was. the people were so nice. i’ll never forget when this random man on the train showed us where to store our luggage on the shinkansen and how he saved the seats for us too. the ANA employees were basically the reason why we caught our flight. we were already an hour behind schedule because for some reason, i didn’t wake up early for once. then our train was delayed an hour, so we had to reroute. when we arrived at the airport, they rushed us through the check in and had a girl walk us all the way to the gate. without their help, we would have had to figure out a different solution. i wish we could have explored the terminal though. airports everywhere else is so much better than lax.
i don’t miss how fucking hard it was to find a trash can though. for a city with 13 million people, it was ridiculous how clean and safe everything was. when i stopped by the liquor store the other night, i had to make sure my door was locked and that there weren’t any sketchy fucks loitering. tragic.
anyway, it’s bittersweet. i’m sad that i’m back, but i also feel more complete i guess. i remember wanting to go so badly as a kid in middle school. it made the middle school kurtis happy.
sometimes i think about going back, but then i think about how big the world is and it would be sort of a waste to see the same country twice. i hate flying, but i think this year i really want to get the fuck out of orange county and experience different cultures and scenery. xanax and alcohol is the best. well, not really. i don’t remember my flight home. i just know i get rowdy when im drunk sometimes and i might’ve gotten rowdy on the plane. not to anyone, but rowdy to myself with my music. i got mad at my phone. i definitely remember that.
i think ill try going back to sleep
