Testing My Sanity

Let me be clear on two things; first, I love planes, and second, I am a very patient person. Planes for me = happiness. They equal the smell of coffee, and important people going important places, airports never sleep, and they always have a destination. They know what the destination is, and that is so very reassuring when you’re 22 years old and the world is vast and overflowing. I also think that I’m very patient for a 22 year old person. For this specific trip I am going to Japan to see my SO who I have not seen in almost a year. Long distance relationships require patience, my job as a transcriptionist requires patience, and so far my most important lesson this year is patience in myself. That all adds up to I think I am a very patient person.

Why do we think? It gets us in so much trouble.

I think that I am a patient enough person to put myself in a situation where I am traveling for 32 hours. I think that flying is fun, and being in a long silver tube hurling through the sky is fun. I think that I have enough patience to not lose my mind in said  silver tube when I’m 40,000 feet above the ground.

I think, as many young people like myself do, that I overestimated myself. Perhaps I’m good at waiting in the long run, but while I was in the middle of the longest leg of my flight – 13 hours and 55 minutes from LA to Shanghai – I found myself staring out the window contemplating the deep dark depths of my mind, and missing my family, and cursing the sun that shone at 1am in China, and swearing that I would find a way that my SO could work in the states. This was after of course my fail safes for making sure the long ass flight would be productive up and failed. Bombed. Splat like a bug on the windshield. I assumed that I would be able to work on the flight from LA to Shanghai because the internet said there was power outlets, and I had called ahead to get an access code for the inflight WiFi on China Eastern Airlines. In my stupidity, I ended up not being able to find the outlet, which was located beneath my seat and I couldn’t see because the Chinese granny next to me decided to manspread. (Later it turned out she was very nice, and I was just having a little breakdown over plans failing). Also, even though I had the code for the internet, it wasn’t working and Chinese Eastern staff are so much different from All Nippon Air staff. Which means, I was too shy or nervous to ask them to help me.

Have I mentioned I’m an extremely shy/anxious/nervous person? I just chose to fly to the other side of the world and live for five weeks with my SO. I’ll also be living with his family that I’ve only met once. On top of everything, I’m not confident in my Japanese ability.

Hilarity and Cringe worthy moments will ensue, I’m sure.

*I’m also trying to edit videos, so as soon as I’ve figured out how to do that, I’ll let you know. In the mean time, please check out @aimsecon on Instagram and Twitter to get sneak peaks!

Please follow to read more about my time in Japan and some of the economic thoughts that I’ll throw in here, because economics is life!

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