At the moment, I'm sitting on the plane to Tokyo: Flight 881. First I was seated conveniently in the middle of these two quite gorgeous men. Then minutes later, I realize I'm two rows away from my actual assigned seat!
I'm moved to be sat in the middle of one very sweet Japanese foreign exchange student, and one very moody 17-year-old boy, who definitely got seated separated from his parents who were a couple rows ahead. This flight is so long. The meals are mushy and stomach turning, but I just keep ordering green tea hoping that it'll soothe whatever shit they slab on a tray and serve. The flight attendants are extremely friendly and awake. This is not even considered a plane. This is what they call an "Air Bus." Feels like there a billion people on this flight. Children are crying, the exchange students snap photos of each other and play on their ipads and vie just been sleeping. I watched letters to juliet, some showtime show like eight times and read my book This I Believe—I completely recommend this book to anyone. Space is so extremely limited, but close your eyes and in one day you're in a totally different world.
It's an amazing thing.
