Okay, to begin let my just say that I fail to see how sandals can ever be waterproof. That said I’m excited about these shoes.
I’m on lunch break in my car because it is raining a good amount. Hopefully it will not rain this much in Japan, if only because I would like some decent pictures. I don’t mind a good shower but it has literally rained all day which is a whole other thing.
I spent Friday coming up with a semi-final plan for my Japan trip. Yes, I know what you’re thinking. Hadn’t she done that already? What has she been doing? I assure you I ask myself the same questions every day. Honestly I’m never quite sure what I’ve been doing. Such is life.
Anyways the list is mostly solid, minus some emailing to different hostels and ryokans, so I will be providing that to you shortly. It’s crazy how few days are left. Is anyone else getting excited??
I have decided that blue is not a bright enough color to capture my excitement. Therefore, I have changed my blog to orange.
My weekend, or end of the weekend, with Johana the Future Roommate and Dog the Demon-Eyed was, by all accounts, a success, though it left me a little frazzled. Johana the Future Roommate likes to talk a great deal and it has been some time since I socialized with anyone who carried on such extensive conversations merely for the pleasure of it. Not really my style. I tend to be more verbose on paper, and only speak when I have something to say. But part of the reason that I think Future Roommate and I will work is because she is so much more extroverted.
I walked Dog the Demon-Eyed down to the neighbor’s house on Sunday, and everyone assured me that he seemed a very calm and collected dog-sort. Dog and I seem to get along. We’ve found several apartments that will allow Dog residence, which has been the sticker in our apartment hunt. Now I just hope those several apartments will allow us to move in on July 1st. Otherwise I will be paying a month’s rent without living there, which would be lame. Maybe I could get away with only paying the rent and not the utilities for that month?
I’ve been playing phone tag with a few of my potential landlords/ladies, which is annoying. I work from 8:30 to 5 at the earliest (5:35 and counting today) and usually when I get off work all I want to do is something enjoyable, like reading a book, riding my bike, or at least cleaning my apartment so I don’t have to deal with a stinky kitchen. Instead I must continue making phone calls. I tell myself that I am willing to endure, but I would rather be digging post holes in all honesty.
I complain a lot for someone going to Japan. I’m so happy.
As of today, I have thirty days at work, and 33 days before I take to the skies and land on the opposite side of the planet.
It’s funny to think about, going to the opposite side of the planet. Originally, it would have taken months, years maybe, to get to Japan, if you made it there at all. Now, it will take me 24 hours. Most of that time I will hopefully be asleep.
So, as expected, I’m freaking out because I have a month to move out of my apartment, break in my pack and my walking shoes, and attend my cousin’s wedding. In the interim, my mother keeps trying to insist on taking me to the airport. Since I already told my boyfriend he was taking me, as I’ve told her about ten times, that’s not going to work out. She even went so far as to suggest that she could get a motel room for all of us. One room, mind. I told her that would be awkward and I wasn’t comfortable with sleeping in the bed with him right next to her. Obviously. My mother can get sort of ridiculous.
In any case, once that was finally resolved, my mother became obsessed with visiting. So, today, we had lunch with my grandmother on their way to the doctor’s office.
I live in a fairly rural area, so if you want any sort of specialized medical care you have to come to my city. My parents live about an hour away by way of the interstate, and my grandmother a bit further away than that. She is coming to see the neuro-optomologist, assuming I spelled that correctly. Anyways, we had a lunch that consisted of me telling my mother to calm down several times as she tried to give me orders about how to take care of things, her telling me that she was coming up for the entirety of Memorial Day weekend apparently to move me out, and my grandmother cross-examining me about why I thought it was a good idea to live out of a backpack for a month. They also both forced me to eat about twice as much as I wanted to eat. These are the reasons that I don’t go home as often as I probably should, but each journey becomes a trial in endurance of my own personality beneath the onslaught of so many freely offered opinions.
Still, I love my family, and next weekend I will be on my way to the country to watch my cousin married and celebrate Mother’s Day. Which means this weekend I really need to accomplish something besides reading five books and sleeping a lot.
This week has been quite regrettably long.
I spent Monday working on writing projects that might pay me money, and Tuesday foundering through my return to work. Wednesday I spent with a friend looking at another writing project. Thursday I worked my job, then worked some more from home. Yesterday I was so exhausted that I fell asleep promptly at 8 pm (after leaving work at 7) and have done little but sleep since. I got a message back from an agent interested in my work, which has prompted furious editing of and old novel project she is interested in. Today I have eaten, read, slept, and not much else.
In other news, I heard from Victoria verifying that the days I was planning to stay with her are good. She’s actually going to be stateside soon, but she lives on the west coast so we won’t see each other until I land in Tokyo and somehow make my way to her house. I got my Railpass in the mail, or the slip for it I will need to show at the airport. The apartment is still horrid.
All in all a long week. I promise less rushed updates soon.
On Friday I made my last major pre-trip purchase. My JR Railpass cost me 718 dollars, but by all accounts it’s worth it. As long as I travel on JR lines, I will be able to go anywhere in Japan. I have unlimited train access for the entire 21 days I will be on Japanese soil. Exciting, yes?
In other news, I bought a rain cover for my pack this weekend but I unfortunately was too hasty and bought the wrong size. I can take it back of course but I’m a little bummed about it. Not that I mind going downtown again. Here are some pictures from yesterday!
I bought some gorgeous irises for three bucks and wandered around taking pictures. It was a gorgeous day before it started raining. This is the camera on my iPhone and I was testing it out. Good, yes?
Alright, time to go be productive!
We are seven weeks from take off, and my apartment is not even clean.
I know, I know, I said I would clean it. I said so! But I didn’t. I pondered it a lot. I successfully took out my trash this week even! But the apartment is not clean. The tub is clean now, but the apartment is not.
I decided it might help to start packing, since that’s something I need to do anyway. Accordingly, my goal for this Saturday, if I don’t end up doing another training hike, is packing up all non-necessary living room items. Wish me luck!
This morning I finally told my boss(es) that I would be leaving. Unexpectedly, the process involved me crying a lot. I guess I had built the conversation up in my head, letting it become the object of most of my fear about the trip. I’m sure that I will find another object of fear, but at the moment I feel a great deal more excited and bouyant about the whole affair than I have for quite some time.
Later, my friend Evan and I went to lunch and he told me he thought I was acting much happier, so I guess I’m not the only one who thinks that I was freaking out about this a bit overmuch.
In other news, last night I found my scrubbing rag and set to cleaning my kitchen with a vengeance. I am only halfway done with the project, but it is in my opinion an auspicious beginning to a week of cleanliness. Pictures of my suddenly clean house soon!