in the main area of Terminal 1 at Narita Airport, at which I stared for hours on Monday. I took the midnight bus to Tokyo (it actually leaves at 10:50pm but "midnight bus to Tokyo" sounds so much better) the night before, arrived at the airport at 6:30, and had to wait til 11:45 for United's check-in counters to open before I could ditch my overweight suitcases. Literally overweight, I mean, I had to pay extra. So I had plenty of time to watch the shadows on the beams change and contemplate the disaster and my future. I'd been trying not to think about either. But now I have to. I'm at my parents' house in PA, a jet-lagged charity case.
But at least I got six months.
5 comments:
oh!! That is really crappy. I'm sorry it ended sooner than expected, but I hope that six months was unforgettable. xo
Oh, man! I'm glad you're home--come to CT now!!
Ugh, I'm sorry your experience had to end that way!
Oh Cari, I'm so sorry. You had a great adventure though and you are too smart and too talented to stay unemployed for long.
Oh no!! I'm so sorry to hear this! I'm glad you got to be there for some amount of time - however short.
I bet you have a millions memories and awesome stories to tell!
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