Technically not because it is now 3.5 hours into the 2nd of March here in the UK.
I am up late, procrastinating over a long overdue art essay.
But I am a little ball of bouncing energy! The evenings slowly becoming brighter and the weather becoming warmer is a sign of the coming spring. All of a sudden, joyful thoughts have relenquished at the thought that school will soon be over and a long break is ahead!!
I cannot help but daydream..the date I will be going to Japan is the 1st of July. I am so incredibly excited!!!I can not help but run around and squeal like a child at the thought of it. My stay will only be for a month, it is ashame, as all the festivals take place in August, but I have to be back in England by then for exam results..(and also because we booked the tickets too late)
I must admit, I absoltuely love airports and aeroplanes. In fact, I look forward to being at the airport and travelling on the plane just as much as reaching the destination itself. Sad as it is, I even enjoy the journey on the motorway towards the airport. I seem to love long journeys. It is a nice time to reflect and think. A nice excuse to daydream and watch the world go by. It's interesting to watch the landsape grow and shrink from overcrowded industrial places to flat green argicultural land. In fact, I love the whole process. I love packing bags and suitcases, checking tickets and passports, the act of carrying around luggage is even exciting!
I presume most people find my love for airports odd, as they associate airports with being stressed and irratated. With long ques and administerating. But for some reason, I love the general energy airports seem to emit. Its the centrepoint for the crossing of people from all walks of life. It is a transient place where people come and go. Its the feeling of excitement of going to a new destination and the feeling of comfort and slight dissapoint when going home.
I love the nervousness you feel when you have to see the relatives you have'nt seen for so many years. What I particularly love about reaching Japan is the fact that they have an odd restraunt in the middle of nowhere every half a mile down the motorway. There are half a dozen sign posts advertising the restraunts as you go along. I usually have my first taste of japanese food at one of these restraunts.
Ahhhh! I am too exicted! I can feel tears flooding donw my eyes now, it has been far too long a wait. This is such a melodramatic entry, but I cannot contain myself!
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