The Traveling Part of Traveling.

I've seen this baggage pick up so many times, its nice to come back to something familiar. Delta baggage claim Nyc JFK babyyy.
I was graciously welcomed back to my country in LAX! wooooot!

Traveling is good and all, and I absolutely loved my experience backpacking across Asia by myself, but my least favorite part of doing it would have to be the actual traveling part. What I mean by that is, I HATE SITTING ON PLANES FOR LIKE 12 HOURS STRAIGHT. phew, well I'm glad its over with though. Anywho, I flew out of Narita and I damn near missed my flight, I was freaking out in the airport and I got pretty hysterical. Actually I used this story recently in my philosophy essay to explain a phenomenon in language, here is the relevant excerpt from my essay:

Yet even granting that Grice’s theory is applicable in most verbal communication, given that we usually want our audience to understand what we say, the second step in his argument that ‘the speaker intends that the hearer understands that they are trying to communicate something’ (which is usually the case) becomes problematized in the following situation: I was in Japan this summer, late for my plane and becoming frantic. Because it felt good, I began to exclaim obscenities in English as I made my way to customs. And, for example, when I said to the person in front of me (who was a non-English speaking Japanese person), “Hurry the f**k up!”, I meant what I said and I wanted them to hurry up, yet I did not intend that they(the hearer) understand me, for surely that would have made for a very embarrassing situation had they known what I was saying.

So I began my long journey back to America when I boarded my plane in Narita which then flew for 12 hours to LAX. Then I was in Los Angeles for 6 hours and I caught my next plane to New York City. I was so dead when I finally got there. But luckily my friend Alexander came to the airport and escorted me home for the night. It felt good to be back in a place where English is the default language.

Anywho, I should end this post on a conclusive note being that my asia trip was officialy over. So what did I think about it all?

It was all too beautiful to explain. I lost myself, and yet I found myself all the same. Being alone in so many new places forced me to be more receptive to my experiences. I'm glad many challenges presented themselves along the way, it made for a more interesting trip. Although I won't divulge the details, my romantic life had some funny turns, but it makes life all the more interesting huh? I'm happy with the outcome of my trip and it makes me excited about the many adventures I've yet to have. =)


Asia= BEEN THERE DONE THAT.