It’s the day before the trip to Japan with Amma — we will be there in less than 24 hours. Like most of my ideas, this trip came to me while I was in the shower back home in Melbourne, and as they say, the rest is history — well, more challenging than the idea of this trip was finding a room that would accommodate three people getting and ensuring on taking ANA because Amma refused to do a stopover in Manila, reviewing the passport and stressing about the two-day delay due to the public holiday. Then, visa tension — the officer who told me that I might not get it in 5 days and not get an email notification from VFS even though I checked my email address thoroughly, and this drama birthed unnecessary overthinking unnecessarily, which is not my brand at all. And I am juggling remote work and pre-Japan errands. It’s too much.
Alas, here we are, 12 hours before flying—6:40 p.m. A Netflix movie plays in the background in my room — my childhood room, but I am too anxious to give it any attention.
I am anxious about the visas we hold, but I have checked and checked and checked — I have nothing left to check. At this point, I can only hope for the best.
I’m curious what Amma is doing now. She is doing all the many last-minute errands and things related to the trip. She is me if/when I am preparing to travel from Melbourne, but that’s not the case. For me, it’s a trip within a trip, like the Russian dolls.
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