I’m sitting at DFW Terminal D right now, waiting for it to be time to board my flight. I’m heading to Tokyo, Japan, to meet up with the elusive Mr. Horn. He’s not really elusive, but the whole “I’ll come visit you” started when he left the states to teach abroad, starting in China.
In 2019, the plan was to meet up with him in the summer of 2020 in China. I feel like I don’t really need to explain why that didn’t happen, cough, covid, cough. That situation also delayed me and the Mrs 20-year anniversary plans, which I was more bummed about. That fortunately did happen in 2021.
Jump to 2023, and Mr. Horn and I put plans on motion to celebrate turning 50 in 2024 by meeting up on Tokyo. So, I spent the end of 2023 booking travel and hotels for a summer 2024 trip.
May 2024, having turned 50, my body decided maybe 2024 is not the year and gifted me with a pulmonary embolism, leading to a collapsed lung in June. So, those annoying instances have delayed me up until this moment.
I haven’t been as “excited” as I was pre-PE. My brain is still waiting for something to happen or for me to actually be in Japan. I’m sure I’ll be excited and culture shocked once I’m on the ground at Haneda airport.
I’m going to miss not being around the Mrs for the next 10-ish days, as we’ve not been apart that long in the past 27 years, much less that far apart.
It’s going to be weird, it’s going to be fun, it’s going to be an adventure, and it’ll be great hanging with a true friend i haven’t seen since 2019.
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