turning japanese

i'm going to japan and i'm so damn-well excited that i can barely sit still!
not only do i get to reunite with the punk who puts the combo in my retardo and the mu in my tea but i get to go to fucking JAPAN!!!
i'm not one to subscribe to the occasionally fashionable hate-on-australia crew, but it is one of those "distance makes the heart grow fonder" deals.
in the plans of another mindset, i was going to be living in canada right now. as will sometimes happen, fate planted some nasty tripwires in my path and after tripping over for the 64th time i decided to take another path. who knew it would lead to japan?
i can't fucking wait to get on the plane. however, i am the tiniest smidge worried about flying with little known "air new being guinea."

it'll be fine right?

nothing wrong with a 10 hour stop over in port moresby at 4am right?

being the compulsive bargain hunter i am, i didn't think so.
when it comes to airfares and apartments i am obsessed with looking for good deals. everybody loves a good deal i know, but does everybody (or anybody for that matter) spend hours looking for deals for fictitious trips or for apartments they know too well they cannot move into?
i can't walk past a real estate without scrutinising the rental lists. i will spend time on ryanair.com looking for cheap travel deals... WITHIN EUROPE!

i'm not going to europe anytime soon, but it sure is handy to know where 20 quid may get me shall i mysteriously wake up in london someday soon.
how did i end up here? what was i talking about?
japan, right.
anyway, in a child-like, fidgety, counting-the sleeps kind of way i am excited.
its been a while since that happened.