The Airport

After a series of unpleasant flights, I landed at the Tokyo-Narita airport in Japan. Since we arrived from Houston very late, my dad and I were escorted quickly to the airplane that had been waiting for us. I recall being extremely disappointed that I couldn’t buy anything from the airport stores, but at the same time, my texts to my friends, after hours of radio silence, looked something like this:

aurellia: I’M IN JAPAN GUYS

aurellia: JAPANNNNN

aurellia: EVERYTHING IS IN JAPANESE AND EVERYONE IS JAPANESE AND EVERYONE SPEAKS JAPANESE

aurellia: I’M IN JAPAN. THIS IS SO COOL

aurellia: LOOK AT THOSE VENDING MACHINES OH MY GOD THEY LOOK SO DIFFERENT I WANT ONE

aurellia: I’M IN JAPAN????????? THIS IS JAPAN!!!!!????//?!?!?!?

aurellia: JAPAN

As you can tell, I was very disillusioned by the whole thing.

I got the window seat on the airplane, and I spent the bookends of the eight hour flight with my face pressed against the window like so:

When the plane pierced through the clouds as it descended, Jakarta’s skyline was revealed. It was all I could do not to squeal, to be honest. It was like coming back home and yet exploring a strange country at the same time, a feeling which would appear repeatedly over the course of my time there.