As far as trips go, mine was quite long. I spent five years of my life in Okinawa, Japan.
It was amazing. Setting aside the fact that I was there as a military dependent and went to schools on base, the trip was quite meaningful to me. This may be due to the fact that it was some of the most important years of my life – my early adolence – or perhaps it was just because of the place.
I’m no good at essays, clearly, but something that I will always remember about Oki was that the people there loved to touch my head without hesitation. I’m blonde, you see, as blonde as they come and all the little elderly Japanese and Okinawan ladies would come up to me and just pet my head and smile at me and speak to me as if I might be able to understand what they were saying. I didn’t, of course.
Apparently, it is good luck to do so.
This went on for all five years, so I suppose a big thing about the place that stuck with me is that I’m good luck! Oh, the irony!
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