I was sitting in the street in a foreign country.
Realized in a big way that I am nobody’s priority anymore now that mom is gone.
This after sitting in a different street because I couldn’t find the Airbnb.
Not that i had a key to it anyway.
Now i am in bed by 9 and the only edible food i have had is from 7-11.
If I leave Japan with seeing nightlife or eating sushi, i will jump off the plane.
My elevator was broken so i had to drag my shit down five floors.
And my companions left the day before me so i had to navigate my first overseas trip alone.
So if i don’t get some damn culture this is gonna be five ish grand that coulda paid for my move.