Flipo-taku

There is something I hate about airports. Maybe it’s the constant danger of having your bag stolen, the slow ass wifi, or the waiting. Yes It is definitely the waiting. I’m one to usually roll to the punches and keep my planning to a minimal, so my arrival time is generally pretty close to the start time of whatever I’m there for. Fuck that I got other things on my mind.

I wonder how am I going to break the news to my dad. Should I just tell him straight up right when we get back to the hotel? Or should I settle in for a few days before disclosing my career choice? I don’t know why I am freaking out so much. 23 and still worried about my father’s opinion. I think this is the first independent choice I’ve ever made in my life. One that will separate me from my cozy yet financially turbulent life style into a rigid and committed one. Maybe that is why I am so worried. Being at the least partially dependent on my father for financial and moral support, this is how I am going to cut that off.

What am I scared of? My plan should be fool proof. I don’t want anything else. Why is it that my father’s opinion scares me more than anything. I’ve already accepted the fact that I will lose my friends, lifestyle, freedom, and the respect of studying at a prestigious school, why can’t I be settled about whatever my dad’s response is? Who knows? I guess I’ll find out when I tell him. It’s just a matter of how and when that is going to happen.

My flight leaves in about 2 hours. I’m not at all excited. I never understood why people were so hyped up about traveling. I feel like I’m going to go there and it’s going to be ‘whatever’. Yeah, it’ll be awesome, but ill be excited for what is awesome when it comes. Though I am looking forward with my old buddy Hiroki. Probably one of the few people I really ever got along well with. Other than that, there really isn’t much to be excited about. Immersion in Japanese culture I guess. But that won’t be full blown as I am staying with my Dad and half-brother in a hotel. I really hope my half-brother is a weeaboo and my dad doesn’t make me take him on my excursions around the neighborhood and rail system. Uhg that would be a bother.

Anyways im sick about writing what’s coming to my head. Till next time.

Tags: Airport, Japan, Travel

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