Good To Be Back

My cat is desperately trying to get ALL of my attention at the moment, and that's really all I need to say it's good to be back. But, everything else says it for me too. It's weird that I feel more comfortable now surrounded by the Japanese. I made my way home with the greatest of ease, and just kinda smiled at how familiar everything seemed, and how much of the Japanese I hear walking around that I actually understand every word of now.

The flights back were easy enough. There was some fog surrounding SFO this morning which was causing delays, so thanks to arriving at the airport several hours early, they put me on an earlier flight to San Fran. Other than that, everything was routine and easy. I reluctantly relinquished my cell phone to dad, and I know that since leaving I've probably gotten at least a dozen calls and text messages from people who either didn't realize I left today or didn't know exactly what time and were just responding to the messages I sent them from the car on the way to the airport.

Now that I've been back home once though, my perspective really has changed a bit on being here. When I was home on vacation, I finally convinced myself to just say fuck it, these people don't know me and they're never going to see me again. That was liberating. There's no reason I can't do that here, where it's all but guaranteed they'll never see me again or notice to realize it's me. So, I'm gonna start having some more fun.

Also, I've got this feeling like I wanna keep the ball rolling on certain things, like, say, cleaning up my shit and having things organized a little better. Saving money, planning my trips, going out with my friends more, things like these have become increasingly important over the last few weeks, as I realize more and more what makes my time here special is doing stuff when I have the chance, rather than putting off opportunities in favor of relaxation by myself at home.

Dad sent me the better part of $1200 today, to cover my plane ticket which I've already paid off and the check I got from my grandmother. After reviewing my monetary policy a little I decided the best thing to do was to immediately do away with just about all of it and pay off an entire credit card in one shot. Every time I'm willing to just bite it and do that, it's months that I don't have to send money home. What I'm going to need, come when I move back to America, is money in my pocket, somewhat moreso than I need zero credit card debt, which I'll have either way. So any time I have the chance to take large chunks out of it, I'm going to force myself to take it. The less money I have to send home each month the better, especially given how much travel I'm gonna be doing and how much that's gonna cost me.