Post by Molly Cyrus on Sept 29, 2015 13:53:52 GMT
Twenty one hours. I sat on a plane for twenty one hours next to a three hundred pound guy from Vermont who kept trying to sneak a feel on my tits. Twenty. One. Hours.
"Thank you for choosing United Airlines, welcome to Tokyo..."
Just get me through this little tube and let me walk on solid ground again.
"All foreigners please be ready to present your passport..."
"You good?"
"Yeah. I'll be a lot better when I get out of this airport."
"You'll be fine here. Remember what I told you. Just stick with someone who knows Japanese. You'll be fine here, a lot of people speak English in the city. Some speak better English than you."
That's hard for me to accept, but my trainer is probably right. She's got dual citizenship here.
"I really wish you were coming with me, but I know you've got a lot on your mind with leaving your husband and all."
FINALLY. Even with two heavy bags on my back, I power walked like a motherfucker down that tube to get the fuck off that plane.
"Think he'll be okay?"
"He'll drink for a while, maybe try to go back to work, damn near get himself killed, and if I don't come back to him by then I never will."
"You love him, don't you?"
"Absolutely. He's just too god damn crazy right now. There's your stop..."
I followed the finger to see where I needed to go.
"Since you're here on a work visa, they'll probably just send you right on through. No need to ask why you're here when the company's logo is stamped on your paperwork."
"Seishin...what does that mean?"
"It's the name of a girls' school in Minato, but I think they were trying to play off of the spiritual thing. It's also the title of a student monk. That's you girls. True students of the game. Someday you'll be the teachers. That's how the cycle works."
"What about you?"
"Malibu's shut down and my time is over. For now."
It's highly unusual for her to initiate a hug with me, but she's chose now to do so.
"Now it's your time, girl."
"Thank you."
"I'll see you soon, okay?"
"I hope so."
We finally let go. It's odd that I felt more personal connection in that ten seconds of hugging than I ever did when she was beating the shit out of me during training sessions twice a week. As she walked off, I took a deep breath and turned around to look back and see about a third of my old company's roster walking off a different plane. At least I wouldn't have too much trouble finding a companion to help me figure out how to say "HOW MUCH FOR A BAG OF WEED?" in Japanese. So let's go check in with customs and get this party started.
"Hello. I have a 180-day work visa..."
"Name?"
I couldn't help but smile.
"Molly Cyrus."
"Thank you for choosing United Airlines, welcome to Tokyo..."
Just get me through this little tube and let me walk on solid ground again.
"All foreigners please be ready to present your passport..."
"You good?"
"Yeah. I'll be a lot better when I get out of this airport."
"You'll be fine here. Remember what I told you. Just stick with someone who knows Japanese. You'll be fine here, a lot of people speak English in the city. Some speak better English than you."
That's hard for me to accept, but my trainer is probably right. She's got dual citizenship here.
"I really wish you were coming with me, but I know you've got a lot on your mind with leaving your husband and all."
FINALLY. Even with two heavy bags on my back, I power walked like a motherfucker down that tube to get the fuck off that plane.
"Think he'll be okay?"
"He'll drink for a while, maybe try to go back to work, damn near get himself killed, and if I don't come back to him by then I never will."
"You love him, don't you?"
"Absolutely. He's just too god damn crazy right now. There's your stop..."
I followed the finger to see where I needed to go.
"Since you're here on a work visa, they'll probably just send you right on through. No need to ask why you're here when the company's logo is stamped on your paperwork."
"Seishin...what does that mean?"
"It's the name of a girls' school in Minato, but I think they were trying to play off of the spiritual thing. It's also the title of a student monk. That's you girls. True students of the game. Someday you'll be the teachers. That's how the cycle works."
"What about you?"
"Malibu's shut down and my time is over. For now."
It's highly unusual for her to initiate a hug with me, but she's chose now to do so.
"Now it's your time, girl."
"Thank you."
"I'll see you soon, okay?"
"I hope so."
We finally let go. It's odd that I felt more personal connection in that ten seconds of hugging than I ever did when she was beating the shit out of me during training sessions twice a week. As she walked off, I took a deep breath and turned around to look back and see about a third of my old company's roster walking off a different plane. At least I wouldn't have too much trouble finding a companion to help me figure out how to say "HOW MUCH FOR A BAG OF WEED?" in Japanese. So let's go check in with customs and get this party started.
"Hello. I have a 180-day work visa..."
"Name?"
I couldn't help but smile.
"Molly Cyrus."
