sunday through thursday.

let's be honest. it was not the trip i wanted. i had images of sihanoukville, beaches, relaxation, chatting with the girls and snorkeling floating through my head. this is not what i got. our flight was canceled. we were supposed to be flying to okinawa. to naha. there was a typhoon, however on sunday morning it was beautiful. alexis, nats, kate and i smiled and grinned at the clear sky despite the 6am bus to the airport. then 'CANCELED'. what the fuck? -the first, but not the last of the question.

we took the only reasonable option and took the bus to hiroshima to the shinkansen to fukuoka to the wendy's. frosties and fries eaten, we took the subway to the airport to naha, arriving six hours late.

my mood was therefore not good, never recovering from the 'CANCELED'; i did not have the strength nor conviction to improve my own mood. thereby, for the hour it took for us to find the guest house, the following day of going to the aquarium that i really did not desire to see, and that proceeded to make me sad, the pizza restaurant that closed at 7, finding the best hippie store when i had no money (still spending 6000yen, making me really broke for the rest of the trip), it dropping rain on us the moment we opened our ice creams, the one day at the beach being a joke, and the last day being spent at an outlet mall when i had NO money, seemed all to be a cruel conspiracy.

there were good things, like A&W, the duty free shop food colosseum, our little tea&coffee station breakfast spot, seeing 'zodiac' in theaters with cute jake gyllenhaal, the hippiness of our guest house and other hippie encounters, but i think i was pulling an alex (my brother). whenever we left him, or he left us (my immediate family) after a visit--since he's been away at college--he'd get really pissy. this does not happen any more, really, i guess, but was it annoying it seemed that for no reason we would all be on his bad side, and no one would want to talk to him or comment on this new crappy mood. i'm sure it had to do with not wanting to deal with saying goodbye, and as i was there in okinawa, nearing the big goodbye to these, my nearest and dearest, and all of japan, i pulled an alex. i was funked. i could not enjoy the good things in front of me, or the fact that with these people there i should have been having a kick ass time. but i didn't, my funk was heavy and i'm sure felt by my friends. i hate that i can't toss that off and just say, 'fuck it. i'm gonna have fun anyways'. this is something i will fix, once i figure out how to have will power.

hopefully as time passes, and the goodbyes are said and gone, i'll look back fondly on my trip to okinawa with my ladies of JET.