Sunday, July 14, 2013

Nihon bound

M— is 20 minutes from taking off for Japan. I left her at Jell-O Int'l Airport at 7:30 p.m. with two advisers from her high school and nearly two dozen other students.

She just texted me: ilu!!
Then again two minutes later: I'm plane

This is only happening because when the Japanese government brainstormed ways they could stimulate their sagging economy, they thought shipping in American high school students for a week and a half to introduce them to the culture and all things cool about the country might be highly beneficial. I don't know whether it's going to help Japan, but we're certain it's a huge opportunity for us. M—'s excellent grasp of the language and her stellar grades earned her a place in the Kakehashi Program.

I'm doing better with the separation so far than I thought I might. M—'s about where I expected her to be. We've been apart for weeks at a time before, but never on opposite sides of the globe. There were jitters at the terminal; there should be. She finally asked me to define jetlag as we sat waiting for the group to head for the boarding gate. I think her sense of self and the world are about to experience their elastic extremes. I'm so excited for her. And just a smidge jealous.

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