I really want to get stuck into writing about the actual trip, but I also feel really compelled to document everything that happened beforehand – everything that led up to my going to Japan – so that’s basically what I’m going to do. Sorry, no actual details of what we did will be included in this post. I had started writing this as the Sapporo post, but then realised that my pre-amble was getting big enough to be a post on its own, so here it is… (Just a word of warning: this post is almost 1300 words long, and has no pictures. I will not be offended if you stop halfway, or even here.)
Month: February 2017
Japan itinerary overview
Life has kind of been non-stop these last few days since I got back from Japan. And by “life” I mostly mean “work”. I keep thinking it’d be better if my department manager hadn’t gone on holidays straight after mine (which means I now have to do the things she’d usually do), but it’d probably be reasonably hectic regardless.
I miss being on holidays…
back from the snow!
It feels kind of weird to be sitting in front of my computer again. My fingers have to get used to the keyboard again – I’ve been hitting the backspace button a bit more than I usually would. It’s been over two weeks since I last typed something on a computer, including at work, and that’s because I’ve been on holidays these last two weeks. Well, just over two weeks.
(Yes, those last two posts (or three? I can’t remember…) were scheduled ahead of time.)
drifting
There are some nights I go to bed and have absolutely no trouble falling asleep. Then there are nights my mind is particularly hyperactive, and just keeps going from one thing to another. The only benefit of this, I’ve noticed, is that sometimes I (eventually) get to experience that almost blissfully dopey pre-sleep stage, somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Like a lot of things that I’ve randomly read about on blogs, or written about, myself, I reckon other people must experience this too. But it’s not like that knee-jerk reaction / sensation of falling, which some people get just as they’re about to fall asleep. It’s a lot nicer than this (I have experienced that falling sensation too, but not much recently).
Whenever this happens to me, I’ll be lying in bed, my mind wandering from tangent to tangent, and then I suddenly realise that my thoughts have become almost completely nonsensical. And because I’m not quite asleep, but not really awake, I kind of just observe the absurdity of these thoughts, and I recognise, in that moment, that it’s a sign that sleep is almost here. It’s actually kind of amusing and soothing at the same time; I’ll generally fall asleep without any trouble after this stage.
Only thing is, I wish I could remember what some of these thoughts were. I keep pen and paper near my bed, but I reckon the second I try to return to the realm of wakefulness, the thoughts would be lost before I even picked up the pen. And, of course, once I’m asleep, there’s no chance of recovering the thoughts.
the good life
A few weeks ago, when I was watching the morning news, they did a story about this really expensive house that had just been put up for sale in America. Supposedly the asking price was over $30 million (AUD), and the place included a cinema, bowling alley, and fully -stocked candy bar, amongst other “standard luxury” things like a pool, and a garage full of fancy cars.
Anyway, the features of the property aren’t important. Not to me, anyway. And even if someone happened to give me this house, firstly that’d be really suspicious (it has “scam” written all over it), and secondly I’m not sure I’d even move to America for a place like that (no offence to America – it’s more that I’m quite attached to living in Australia).
So why, then, am I still thinking about this house?
pistachio conspiracy #63 