And so it begins.
Bag packed - and not weighing as much as I feared- and hand luggage in tow, I'm on the way to the airport.
Japan.
7 weeks.
Just me and whoever I happen to come across.
It's a scary thing. Especially considering I only got out of hospital 2 days ago.
But I like to live recklessly much to my mothers horror.
I'm so excited I don't even know how to handle the whole situation. But I'm sure as heck not missing out any chances!

Now for hours of flights, waiting and eating. Oh boy...