It's freezing. I'm freezing. I'm at the Astor Pl Starbucks which is sort of my go-to place when I don't feel like sitting at home and being on my computer. (sad life)
I keep reassuring myself that this is no time to feel depressed. This is actually the greatest time of my life. For the next month I don't have to worry about shit. Rent is over. I don't have to pay again because I paid the last month already and I will be moving back into my dad's in Brooklyn on October 17th. Yes. OCTOBER. Because I, have officially secured two weeks in Japan during my Asian adventure next month. So the trip is going like this. I leave Sept 15 and fly 13 hours to Hong Kong. I'm there for 4 or 5 hours and then I'll fly to Kuala Lumpur where my friend will be picking me up and I will be staying with her for two weeks, then we will both head to Japan and she will stay with my old host family who now live in Fukuoka. Then she will go home and I will fly back to NYC, move all my shit out of my apartment, and live with my father for about 3 months or so, enough time to save up enough money to be able to move out again...haha..back and forth. When will it end.
I don't know it's exciting and I keep telling myself that but I'm also still feeling kind of depressed. I guess because my fuckin job isn't giving me the hours they promised. And yeah I just wasted a bunch of money on a ticket from Malaysia to Japan so I'm really broke. Plus I need to save more because we only fly to Tokyo. We will have to take the bullet train to Fukuoka which can get expensive.
As excited as I am to see people I haven't seen in three (some in five) years, I still feel like the trip was something my friend and I both put together in order to hold off real life a little bit longer. The longer I wait to get my shit together the harder it's going to be. I love Hazelnut Macchiatos
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