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The roar of the engines finally began. I was at the L.A. International Airport in an airplane headed for my new home for the next seven months. Japan.
As the plane lifted off the ground, I reached into my pocket and grabbed the sheet of paper carefully folded up. I unfolded it with a nervous sigh. The names on the list were the people I would be calling my kazoku, family.
I recognized the last name, the name of a famous designer all over the world, Hitachin. There were two boys that would become my host brothers. I guess they'll get to experience having a sister. It will be fun for me to experience actually having siblings at all.
The people next to me had already fallen asleep. It was barely 8 pm.
And yet, I was jealous. I don't know that much Japanese, I don't want to insult anyone by accident, and I want to make friends that I can relate with well. Everything was just so scary and exciting and nerve racking.
I folded the paper back up and put it into my pocket for the ump-teenth time that day. As soon as the announcement that told all the passengers that they could use all portable electronics, I grabbed for my iPod and switched it to some of the lullaby songs I had placed on it the day before today. Now before you start presuming I'm a loser for having any form of classical music on my iPod, it helps me relax, and fall asleep.
Especially with the help of the Tylonol PM I took while waiting to board the plane.
As I started to slowly to doze off, I dreamed of what life will be like living with the family of a famous designer.
What life will be like, with my host family.