I am awake now. The lights aboard the 747 are dim, the windows closed and the in-flight film has just finished. There is no sense of time up here, of night or day, just the absolute of the minutes ticking by on a digital watch, and I am still emerging from a nap. My senses blurred by sleep, I am full of the profound disorientation that overseas flights tend to invoke, as we jump the time zones one by one. As I write this, I am somewhere above the arctic circle, on a Jet bound for Narita Airport, and the whole thing is beginning all over again.
Hours Later: I woke up right before the airplane touched down at Narita, the bulk of the 747 coming down much harder than the lighter jet I had ridden to Detroit. I shook myself, got my bags, and then out the door and down the steps to the tarmac where the buses waited to take us to the terminal. It was funny going down those steps, because it was exactly the same feeling as last time but with one small difference: I was seeing it all over again, and instead of novelty, it was nostalgia that colored my thoughts. This time I was alone, tracing the same steps as I had four years ago, thinking how I had changed, all the NYU memories in my head, a legal adult…so much between “then” and “now.” Entering the Terminal, I saw I sign and everything went blurry. I had to stop for a minute before continuing to customs. Above my head, in bright red…on the sign above the entrance to the corridor it said: Okaeri Nasai. Welcome Home.
And it’s been more than two months since I wrote that. I tell you, my blog can’t keep up with my life. I have been in Nagoya for a while now and everyday there is something that is more than blog-worthy going on, but writing an entry would mean taking time away from other blog worthy things. Midterms are over, and I have a little bit more spare time than before, so perhaps I shall start recording the goings-on a little bit more faithfully. After all, I am provided a rant space, why not use it? I think I will also write down memories, Inter-splice them with days to day things. So begins the Thief Rabbit Blog.