mysterious ways
I've worn myself out completely again. Awake till 2am, up at 7am, coffee, out the door, class, class and more class.
My workshop professor isn't angry at me anymore for auditing the class. In fact, she wrote me a letter of apology and later took me out for coffee and cheesecake. Cheesecake. Wewt.
Went to Ikebukuro and picked up the return ticket home. You heard it first here... coming in to Vancouver at 10AM on June 27th. Suspiciously early, if you ask me. I leave Tokyo at 5:15 and I did't think the backwards time difference was that great. In any case, it was a HUGE surprise to learn from STA that I can indeed fly home to Seattle... but only if I do it the next morning. I guess a seat opened up or something. I don't think I'll actually USE the flight from Vancouver to Seattle but I don't NEED to, as I can pick up my luggage from the airport and go wherever I want, just to "conveniently" miss my flight the next day. Moreover, what this development meant for me was that I only had to hand over $35 to change my flight date, not the $70 I was expecting (twice the same fee) to stop my ticket in Vancouver.
Of course, I took this money shopping-- to buy a horde of awesome and happy gifts for all the peeps at home.
As promised, I've uploaded the photos for the Ookamura trip and an archived copy of Rachel's rendition of the whole thing. As expected, I added fewer comments to the story and photos than I would have liked. But what can I say, I'm tired as hell.
( Ooka-mura Story )
( Japan Alps Photos )
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