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Jet Lag

June17

Whoa, long travel days are rough! I got up at 2:15am to leave my folks’ house in Monument, CO at 3:20am for Denver International by 4:30. Flight was at 6:30. Got to Houston by 9:10, just to sit on the tarmac waiting for a spot for our plane to park (by about 9:40, yawn). Met Mike — my flight arrived exactly across the corridor from the gate for the flight to Narita — grabbed some food, and we were back onto a large aircraft for the next 13+ hours! From there, we caught a bus for another 1-1/2 hours to get to Omiya Station and a hotel. Even though it was only 6:00pm (on Sunday, mind you), we crashed and completely missed dinner, just to find ourselves wide awake at 3pm.

Let’s see…awake from 2:00am Saturday until 6:00pm Sunday (3am, Colorado time) — so that’s a good 24 hours of travel. Ack.

When I checked in with family this morning, they asked for my impressions so far of Japan. As bleary-eyed as I was on the bus ride, my impressions were so far limited. This morning didn’t add much, except that the hotel’s cafe had deco reminiscent of a 1980s salad bar (pale peaches and cream, green carpet, faded houseplants) and played the worst music. Take any overwrought love song from an American movie. Add Muzak. Oh, and the eggs here are runny. Please tell me that runny eggs aren’t going to be an ongoing theme!

Whine, whine, whine…packing again now, because we’re going to wander around Saitama/Omiya station, buy our tickets to Misawa (only a 3-hour trip this time), and immerse ourselves in northern Tokyo, pretending that we don’t look very, very pale, chubby, and tall compared to everyone else here.

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Allison
Los Alamos, NM
After a childhood of immersion in my family's religious tradition, I hit college and my first true experience with the question, "why?" Why did I believe as I did? If I thought about it, I had no idea. So, I spent the next ten years not thinking about it.

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Once I hit 30, I began asking myself that question all over again. A few years later, I woke one day to realize that I simply didn't believe. For many reasons, I am a much happier (and more emotionally healthy) person having let go of god. There are still days that I wish god did exist. It would be a relief to relinquish responsibility to a greater power.

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But, even better, I can see life for what it is, and work with reality. That's more powerful than any god could hope to be.