It's Wednesday May 12th the day I've been waiting for, anticipating, and somewhat dreading. I make my last-minute preparations and my dad honks the horn. He's here. I have this nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach that's been nagging me since the night before. My dad drives me to the airport and my sister and the baby are accompanying us. I'm in the back with the baby because I want every last second with her. Once we make it to the airport we say our goodbyes, I turn around, and disappear into the newly renovated SFO. I've just taken the first steps, and it feels better than I ever thought it would. It was saying goodbye that I was so nervous about. I feel the nervousness melt away, and this new feeling of excitement and independence replaces that impending sense of doom.
It's an eleven hour flight and I'm in the middle of two Japanese women. The flight is full of Japanese people. Even this excites me. I land in Tokyo at 3:10pm local time. It takes me three hours to finally figure out all the trains, and get to Jen. As I exit the train station I hear my name. My name has never sounded so good. Jen is a college friend of my best friend Amanda. Jen and I have only met a few times, but she is so welcoming and takes me back to her little Japanese apartment. I get settled, and we go into the heart of Tokyo for some sushi.
We head home and I finally get to go to sleep. The day has been successful. The Japanese are very helpful, and sometimes like to touch my butt.
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