The Terminal: Tokyo

I haven't felt this ghetto fabulous in well... ever. I have been at the Narita Airport for 17 hours and going on semi-strong. I honestly haven't felt this safe since the earthquake on Friday. Even though according to someone (who I seriously wanted to backhand) bluntly told me I am going toward the radiation if anything, I feel safe. I am closer to being home.

So, we were lucky enough to catch the airport limousine bus from Shinyokohama earlier than the time on our tickets. After running a few errands in the morning (cutting off my baller Softbank limited edition Hello Kitty phone and pocketbook wifi), I said my last goodbyes to my boss ladies. And during those 5 minutes, the building once again shook. I don't know if it was the strong winds or an aftershock, but it was signal for me to skedaddle. After my unpleasant conversation (which reminded me of the cons of staying even before the quake) and the rocking building, I realized that my decision was definitely the right one for me.

I am completely depressed about leaving Japan and not being able to say proper goodbyes to the students I really got to know and all the friends who I've really bonded with. I am, however, spending my last moments in Tokyo with a lovely training mate of mine. And another training mate lives in the same neck of the woods as me back in the states. This is not goodbye forever.

So, if any of my friends who I've made in Japan reads this blog, LET'S KIT! (Keep in touch!)

My email is: nguyet.anh.tran@gmail.com

Don't hesitate to drop me a line or two. :) Much love. Take care. Until we meet again.