Glorious Return

On my re-entry into the wonderful United States of America, my final destination was Pensacola, Florida, and the airport baggage handlers gave me a surprise I will never forget. When my brand new suitcase was slowly nudged towards me on the steel carousel, I promptly noticed the white tape wrapped haphazardly around my suitcase to prevent it from splitting open since it appeared as though someone had undone the latch. What I soon found out was that someone had instead completely annihilated the latch as if the contents of my suitcase were of incredible value.

After the receipt of such a glorious return present, I found a card from the Transport Security Administration tucked neatly inside. It read:

If the TSA security officer was unable to open your bag for inspection because it was locked, the officer may have been forced to break the locks on your bag. TSA sincerely regrets having to do this, however TSA is not liable for damage to your locks resulting from this necessary security precaution.

The part in bold is my favorite excerpt. Most would think at that moment I was in a state of complete and total rage, but on the contrary I felt relieved that the good members of our airport security are doing their best to keep America safe from dangerous expatriates from Japan who want to spread terrorism to the rich cultural city of Pensacola, Florida.

To save you a boring, trite summary of my last few days in Japan, as well as the overall experience, I leave you with a less interesting conclusion. The year I spent in 日本　ranks among being born as one of my most life-changing experiences.

I hope you've enjoyed the blog, stay tuned for scenes from my next life as a poor, single, 23 year old living in the bright lights of New York City.