Konichiwa

Blurb my brain:
Well hello. Nice of you to join me over the Pacific Ocean. ;) ok, so there is no wifi over the ocean, so I am posting this after I land, but still, it's quite the intro if you ask me.

I woke up at 415 this morning to be at the airport by 530. I was mistaken, because I thought that my flight left at 8, but it didn't leave until 840. I got my nap on the bench, then woke up to see two plane fulls of people in the waiting area. Lol. Better slightly early than 12 hours early like a guy I saw check in at the gate.

The first flight to Portland was fast. It was about an hour long, with a 2 hour layover but technically it was 1 hour because I boarded the plane an hour early. We also took off early, so the captain said we should arrive early. Yay, the 12.5 hour flight is now a 12 hour flight.

I am super excited to see Fiancé again. It hasn't been that long since I last saw him, and I think this part of his tour has been so much faster, but it still is nice to be able to say I will see him tomorrow. :) see you tonight is my next goal.

I will probably add on to this post, since I have about 10 hours left of this flight, and am going to use the last half to sleep.

And I am back, with about half an hour left of flight until I get to Tokyo. I have been sleeping, if that's what you call laying in fetal position scrunched to fit in my seat and the one next to me which is free. I have also been talking to a boy named Brandon. He is 6.5 years old, in the first grade, and has entirely too much energy for having survived a 12 hour flight. He taught me some things that I did not know. Apparently you can kill a zombie by strapping explosives to his body, while somehow magically escaping his clutches of brain eating hunger. Also, the world spins so that is why it only takes 12 hours to fly to Japan.

Talking with him almost makes me sad. Patrick is a year away from this kind of excitement and energy. Granted, Patrick tells me all kinds of things that have and do make it to the blog. But what makes me sad is that I am leaving my house soon, off to be a Missus, and I will not get to see my brother act this way.

I will have to settle for phone conversations about Optimus Prime being Megatron's brother. :/ sad day indeed.