Tip: If you decide to plan a long-term trip to a place far away, start early. Probably like twice whatever you think you’ll need.
My time dwindles to less and less and I’m scrambling to get everything done that I want to before I go. Japan draws me like a magnet, and sparks fly as I blaze by all the places I’ve grown up around, tying knots where they’re needed, saying goodbyes, saying thank yous, telling clothes to stop riding the laundry basket up to the washing machine so I can pack them, commanding the wallet to stop making transactions, consulting your to-do lists and not-to-do lists; it’s like forcing one of those coal-powered trains to stop, wheels screaming out flame-colored sparks down the tracks.
It’s a different kind of busy than I’m used to, though. Usually, in school, there are deadlines to meet and papers to write, but there’s a routine—you know what to expect. This kind of busy has an urgency to it. It’s more real. And it’s tempered with an underlying anticipation and excitement. But it’s still busy.
With now only five days left, I rush to finish my last minute preparations as Japan draws near with speed and finality.
Finality. Though in this case it can often be seen as stressful, in a way it’s refreshing. It’s final. Absolute. As in, it’s really gonna happen this time.
It’s really gonna happen. Five days.