I think it's fair to say I've had a big three weeks. I got a job in Melbourne, quit the one in Japan, spent two days in Tokyo at my new company's office, then flying home to Australia for a weekend, then flying to California for a week, then Chicago for a week, and now I'm in LA again waiting for my flight home. And when I say home, I mean Melbourne. I should have left last night but the flight from Chicago was delayed and I missed my flight from LA back to Melbourne. I say missed, I got to the airport 40 minutes before the plane actually left, but thems the rules. Ah well. I was pissed off at the time, but didn't lash out. Just got a taxi to a hotel. Take me to a nice, cheap hotel, I told the driver. This is around midnight. So he takes me to a place called Hotel 6. $60 a night. While I wait in line to get a room, the place stunk like marijuana, and your gangster types were walking in and out all while an armed security guard watched over us. Fuck this, I thought, and decided to walk down the road to the Hotel Inn. I was about halfway there, walking down a freeway underpass, when it struck me where I was, what time it was, and how if I thought missing a plane was bad, it could get a whole lot worse any second. Luckily nothing happened, and I got a room at the Holiday Inn and slept. I watched a movie till checkout time this morning, and then caught a shuttle bus to the airport, and this is where I am now, waiting. Only four more hours till my flight. My credit card is maxed out, I am exhausted, and to be honest, a little overwhelmed at the job I'm supposed to be doing in a couple of days. I have a solid two months of making mistakes ahead of me, and I'm really not looking forward to it. I have eaten like a... like an American for the last two weeks and I feel like shit. This week has just been about telling myself to relax, not to worry about too much about anything, and just learning what they have been teaching me, but it's a battle. I know what I have to do, and I know that if I do it I'll be okay. The people I met over here were just the best people, so friendly and generous. With the freakouts I occasionally had, I also had some moments where I thought, Shit, here I am in America, having a cocktail with some really cool people on the 90th floor of the Handcock Building in Chicago, or, Shit, there's the Golden Gate Bridge. I have made the choice, and I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I'm going to do it.
I miss Junko and the boys. It hasn't even been three weeks yet! Skype is pretty good though, and when I get back to Australia and the time difference is negligible, it'll be even better.
So, health wise, I'm the fattest I've ever been, don't need to weigh myself to know that. I'll have to work something out.
