So here I am, chilling in the lobby of the Marriot where we're staying tonight by DIA. I can't sleep for the life of me even though I know I should, but hey, what can you do?
There's a mere eight hours and twenty minutes separating me from Japan (or at least, the flight to LA which leads to the flight to Tokyo). It's surreal to be so close to accomplishing a life-long dream. I keep flip-flopping between being freaking pumped to get going and wanting time to speed up till when we land at Narita Airport, and then wanting everything to slow the frick down for a second so I can catch my breath and enjoy my last night for over nine weeks in the States.
There's a fist-sized ball of something thick and heavy that's settled nicely right behind my sternum and beats back every time my heart thumps; I'm assuming it's a nest of caterpillars cocooned away in their chrysalises (chrysali?) ready to burst into life as yet more anxious butterflies in the next few hours.
I wanted to wait and shower until an hour or so before we leave for the airport, as a WAKE-UP type thing, but now I'm wondering if it's not a better idea to hop in now as a CHILL THE EFF DOWN WOMAN measure.
Deep yoga breaths.
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