one more week.
28 January 2011 § 1 Comment
I have enough deodorant to last me a good year and a half, I think. At least I’m prepared. Everyone’s been saying to make sure to stock up on stick deodorant because all there is in Japan is roll on and spray. I think I have about sixteen sticks. I have no idea how long one lasts me.
I also have a giant stack of books that I want to bring with me. Mostly poetry, books on Japan, and a variety of works by C.S. Lewis. But this girl I know who’s been living there for several years said that I should make sure that, along with lots of deodorant, I bring a bunch of books because English literature’s hard to find in Japan. I’m trying to use this as an excuse to bring a lot of books with me. I’m still in the midst of packing, though, so we’ll see how it all fits.
In exactly one week, I will nearly be at KIX, arriving in Japan to stay for fourteen months. It will be close to 4:30 PM there. No one is meeting me at the airport. Which is a shame, really, seeing as it would have been a great opportunity for someone to hold up a sign with my name on it. I’ve always wanted to arrive at an airport where some stranger is waiting for me with my name on a sign.
Yes, I’m excited. Yes, I’m scared. I’m also confident that everything will be fine and that I will have an amazing time.
A part of me feels like I should be studying up on useful Japanese phrases instead of staying up starting up a blog, but that’s what the twenty hour flight is for, right? I’m all stocked up on non-drowsy Gravol. Then, I’m also stocked up on normal, drowsy Gravol to help me sleep through a good portion of the flight. At least I know how to ask people where they’re going and if they speak any English, and comment on the apple being delicious.
Okay, so my excitement isn’t always apparent. I’m mostly preoccupied with trying to pack, seeing people, and thinking about all the dear friends that I’m going to miss. There are a lot of great people that I am going to miss.
Tomorrow I organize all my papers and make photocopies of important documents. Pretty boring stuff. But then I get to spend time with some of those dear, great people. I suppose I’d better call it a night then.