Of course you all must be DYING to hear about our much-anticipated trip to Japan. For the first few days, we did a tour that turned out to be far more luxurious than expected. Then we were onr our own (dun dun dunnn). Despite daily phone calls from one participant's dad (who will remain unspecified), the experience can be described as nothing other than an exercise in independence. Figuring out how to ride the subway to get to places, pointing mutely at menus to order food (because none of us can speak Japanese), remembering to brush our teeth at night...I feel like even though these two weeks might have caused us to waste a lot of money, they were definitely anything but a waste of our time.
It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be able to head to a foreign country with your friends with no adult supervison while you are still young enough to be immature and enjoy things that don't involve alcohol or host clubs. It feels great being hormonal enough to be able to check out guys' hair and squeal over it (Japanese guys have AMAZING HAIR @_@) without being unfaithful to lifelong partners.
Still, it feels nice to finally be at home where I can sleep off this ridiculously long all-nighter I've been pulling due to the time difference. More later? Maybe.
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