Published: April 18th 2012April 18th 2012
It is final: I'm going to Japan.
It sounds like something you would just decide, but I - for some inexplicable and sinister reasons - decided to choose the high road. I was to join a program. Which, as you are reading, sounds as child's play.
Well, not really.
First of all, a little teensy-weensy fact about your truly; I suffer from a bad case of homesickness. To the point of manic panic attacks at three in the night (and believe me, others think it's cute for about five minutes, after that, they just want to bash your head in with the heaviest object in the room). And it has a tendency to ruin vacation trips. True, I've been living on my own for almost two years now, so it is possible that I've grown out of it. But I'd rather not take that risk, and wanted someone to come with me.
And so the quest began.
I was pretty strict in my selection of possible candidats to be my shoulder to cry on. First of all, she [or he, details, details...] had to be interested in possibly going to Japan. And be willing to go to this program I really wanted to do. The one I started to make plans with cancelled, due to money stuff (OK, understandable, Japan isn't the most cheap place to go to)
And finally, after lobbying my ass off, I found the perfect person. Insert Pon. Yay. Insert little happy dance.
So, the long and dark path of really applying started. It took quite a few rounds, but I got accepted to join the program. Insert second yay and ajoined happy dance.
So I'm going to freakin' Japan. For about 6 weeks. Holy Vishna.
The planning is very busy; I mean, I have to see a whole country in a little less that six weeks. Cities I will visit are: Fukuoka, Kumamoto, Kyoto, Osaka and Tokyo (and a few more). If your look at the map, it's the definition of cross-country. I'll use a ton of different types of transportation (airplane - dûh, to get there in the first place -, train, metro, bus...)