Home Sweet Home

I arrived home yesterday at around 2:30 PM. My flight was originally supposed to have arrived at around 12:15 PM, but there were some technical difficulties with one of the wings. Something about the hydraulic system leaking fluids from Singapore to Tokyo. There were technicians working on the left wing for a good 2 hours and 15 minutes before we were in the air. I will gladly trade 2 hours of my life in exchange for getting to keep it.

Ironically enough, the Narita Express from Shinjuku Station also was delayed for about 30 minutes. It was a day full of delays. I passed out on the train as I don’t remember the full delay, nor the reason. Just that there was a delay and the feeling of mild surprise when I saw that I was 30 minutes behind schedule (which actually wasn’t bad because I was right at 3 hours before my flight).

At Narita Airport, I had my last delicious chai tea latte, venti size. I ordered so many of those drinks that I know the name of the largest cup now… >.>; No more delicious Japanese milk. *sob*

Thankfully, the person that came to pick me up at LAX was my dad, not my mom. I don’t think she would have been happy if she found out my flight was delayed for so long. My dad just spent an hour watching planes land and take off from a restaurant on the second floor. He said he enjoyed watching the planes, so it’s all good.

After I showed my parents what I brought back from Japan, I called my sister to tell her that I was home. She said, “I’m coming over!” I was like, but what about work? She responded that it was 5 PM already, so she can take off. We were chatting till almost 10 PM. In that space of time, she went through a lot of the food I brought back, and ate some kusaya-no-himono, and popped a lot of breath mints afterwards.

Tonight, we’re going to be eating sushi. I brought back a wasabi root. It nearly wasn’t as expensive as I imagined it to be, but expensive enough to say that real wasabi is a luxury. Laura and her hubby is coming over, too.