I'm kind of speechless. I always dreamed of going to Japan as a kid, but I never actually thought that I'd get there so quickly. My father left Barbados at the age of 17 to become a merchant marine, and he’s basically been all over the world. I brought these home and my mother sort of just looked at me and smiled, told me I definitely take after him. I don’t know if it’s because jet setting is in my blood or because my parents (and grandparents for that matter) always had amazing stories to tell me about other countries, but it’s the head reason why I could never work at an airport; I’d always want to leave.
But this is happening. And as long as I can get to the passport office on Thursday as planned and get my application in, things should be smooth sailing from there. I’m planning to leave August 10th, which will give me enough time to see #IntoTheStorm before I go, and do a 24hr trip that will ultimately land me in South Korea first. Once I’ve met up with
Marta, an amazing young lady I actually used to work with at the bookstore who has moved to South Korea to teach English, we’ll explore Seoul for a day or two before heading off to Japan. I’m really excited. I’ve placed my travel books in my primary line of sight so that when I wake up every morning, it’s the first thing I see. It definitely makes it easier to get out of my warm bed and go to work on beautiful sunny days. When your hustle has a meaning and whatnot.
I’m sort of thinking about climbing Mt. Fuji(-san). I’m also thinking about what might happen to little out-of-shape me if I try to climb it and get altitude sickness. Is two months enough to train for an eight-hour hike up a mountain? What do I need to do to train? Will I actually train (probably the most important question here)?
Labels: asia 2014, blog, japan, personal, south korea, travel
photo taken by the one and only ghost
