How I got to Japan…Episode 4 (cont.)
So basically the reason I had put off school, aside from wanting to ski, go to shows and just generally uninterested in going, I had no interest in wasting a a hunk of change studying something that I had no interest in, just for the sake of doing it.
But here I was 4 years later, the only cracker and the only one tripping (maybe) in a Las Vagas jail on a Satuday night. (I do want to get to that story one day.)
So I went back home to Tulsa, the mothership for some refuling and home cooking. I got my head in order (for the most part). Three months of old drunken friends and backwards mentality was enough and I soon set back out west for clearer waters, this time with a college acceptance.
And I did it and whatever, it was fun, it was easy. I certainly loved it and miss it now, and its storys will make it or already have into another journal another day.
But finally out and 27, I decided to accept the invitation of the Gurungs, the crazy strong, crazy calm Nepali friends I had been working with for the previous 8 years, and to go to their stomping grounds of the Himalaya. A journey I had been dreaming of my whole life. After enough research and reading and after having been convinced that I should also go to Thailand as well, it was time to buy a ticket. I decided to leave in summer and return by Christmas (although was aware of feeling of dissappearing forever). I called the Airlines and plugged in the dates. They told me I would be allowed a free stopover in Tokyo. I thought, “hmm…Japan?”
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