Can This Travel Be Anymore Exciting?

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Welp, I’m back at LAX, and as always a few hours early. Have underestimated TSA again on their efficiency. Great job! I sat a few feet away from Gate 153, sipping on my grande Pike and munching on some Cheese Danish. I’m in the middle of my thoughts and my emotions battling out for supremacy over me. On one corner, Team Thoughts is so strained over what I would have to deal with upon my return. I am certain it will drain me of whatever joy I bring back from Japan. On the other corner, Team Emotions is waiting to burst out. Ready to shadow all over my mental disposition so that I can, at least for a week, appreciate great Ramen and be awed by the Land of the Rising Sun. Still don’t know where the tide will swing as I find myself staring into the empty seats in front of me. For now I know I will be processing all these ideas into my iPad and into my blog. I can probably, time-permitting, write a bunch of posts during my trip at the rate I’m going.

There is definitely a different vibe inside the airport especially a big one like this. You do see a lot people, from different parts of the world. Just on the Starbucks line alone, I heard 3 different languages spoken. Had I been in the presence of a Filipino, I would’ve busted out some Tagalog. I spoke to this guy a few seats away, telling him that he dropped his AirPods case but he couldn’t understand what I said until I pointed to the item. He was not American. I should’ve figured. He had a different “whiteness” to him, definitely European. And if I’m taking a stab at it, could be Polish by his accent. Actually, I have no clue. How would I know to distinguish these Europeans apart. I continue to toggle my attention between writing and people-watching. A bit dazzled of how comfy (way too comfy) some passengers dress for a flight, and others who looks like they’re about to attend a gala at Hilton’s. Why do I care, I can’t even figure out what I want to feel or think. My personal state is butt-naked right now.

Went to the John 30 minutes before boarding. I’m feeling more relaxed right now and Team Emotions is winning by a good margin at this point. I’m glad. I should push for recreation over resentment and worry about what I need to worry when I come back. The boarding was a breeze and I’m rushing to get this blog out before the flight attendant flags me to turn my device off and buckle up. 

I would be remiss if I finish this off without expressing my sadness over Matthew Perry’s abrupt death. We lost a friend. Rest in peace Chandler Bing.

Next stop, Haneda Airport. Talk to you guys in 14.

 

Sarcasm at its best!