I am blogging from the Tokyo Narita airport in Japan. I have never been across any ocean before so this is great and exciting! I have just a few minutes before my flight departs for Seoul, Korea. I am going to Korea to see my old roommate get married. I am really happy for her even though she has failed to share a lot of details with me about this guy. I am sure he is a nice guy...he better be or some ass kicking will be in order!
So anywho, I decided to write this short blog because I wanted to express feeling I felt amongst the Japanese people, even tough I am just in the airport. Maybe it's because I am in the airport and not outside that I feel this way. Anywho, I don't feel like a foreigner. I don't feel overwhelmed. I don't feel like that since I don't speak a lick of Japanese intimidated at all. I feel more intimidated amongst Dominicans and I speak Spanish. Part of me wants to attribute this to my cocky American blood.
I realized today sitting on the plane how fortunate I am to have been born in the USA. I can go absolutely anywhere I want to in this world. It doesn't even matter that I am a woman or that I am black. I feel a weird since of, I only speak English and I don't give a shit that you don't. This is a very strange feeling and very unlike who I am. (Shit, someone just sneezed and I say Bless you. Like she understands or is it even customary??? It is my instinct to say that after anyone sneezing so I won't think too much on that.)
I am a very open person. I love other cultures and relish in getting to know them. I think Japanese people are so cool and they have such a rich history on this earth. I really respect the people and their history. I don't at all feel like I am a woman or that I am black right now sitting among them (although, I am at the gate for Korea). I just feel human. Maybe it's because I haven't gone in the streets but I really don't feel too intimidated right now. Maybe when I leave the comfort zone of this airport and go to a place where no one speak English it will hit me.
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