It's hard to believe that I'll be in Japan in little less than two days from now. I hope I don't make a fool of myself when we (finally) land by squealing like the hyperactive otaku fangirl I am. Chances are I will, but I can always try to brace myself to make it a quieter, less eardrum-piercing shriek, at least. I owe that much to the poor unsuspecting civilians of Nihon.
Some other butterflies ramming against the inside of my ribcage:
- My luggage will get lost. Er, "mishandled."
- Airport officials will decide I'm a homeland security threat and will pull me out of the normal line to get the "special" search treatment.
- I'll miss my flight due to the above.
- I'll lose all my money/passport/boarding pass/other important documents.
- Some sort of national/international crisis will indefinitely suspend all travel to Japan starting Monday morning.
- I'll get sick and/or die.
- There will be a child sitting in the seat directly behind mine who has an irresistible, uncontrollable impulse (see: irresponsible, turn-the-other-cheek parents) to kick, kick, kick.
- Drunk assholes.
- Outlets in Japan won't work with any of my electronic devices' chargers, thus causing my camera with it's handy-dandy rechargeable battery to die early on and I will have no pictures past the first few days.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg that is my paranoia.
Regardless, I'm freaking excited!
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