I had to stay at the airport so I say this travel starts today!
Today’s reading says that having life-flipping revelations is fine and good but you should also relax.
First things first I dragged my ass to the tax office for my income certificate and it… went too smoothly. Usually I request it and they go “oh hey you forgot to pay but you can pay today” but today they just… gave it to me no fuss.
So of course I’m suspicious that something went smoothly.
Got late into Japanese lesson because I went from the tax office to that but I also managed to complete that.
I got back home early to start double and triple checking my luggage. I figured I can splurge on a cab if push comes to shove.
I leave my house at like 9pm and the cab driver was a kinda chatty old man insisting that if I fell asleep he’ll wake me up.
During the conversation he was like “oh you’re rich” and… okay so here’s the thing.
I’m well off, I’m comfortable, to not admit as much would be a disservice to the hard work I’ve put towards that… but I wouldn’t say I’m “rich” because I’m my mind rich people don’t have to worry about the money ever running out. I might make dumb or rash choices like taking a cab to the airport but I do it perfectly aware of the value of the money I’m using.
Also you all have read me and my bank-related woes.
Also also y’know, I’m Venezuelan. Flaunting you have money puts a huge target on you where I come from.
There’s also a certain cultural difference at play funnily enough.
Osakans are very money-conscious, to the point that “how’s work”/”how’s the finances” is tantamount to “how are you?”. So I reflexively feel like being called rich is an incriminating thing while they’re probably just legitimately praising me.
By the way, the light pollution from the world fair area is insane.
I eventually make it to the airport hotel and while exhausted I did wake up at like 12pm so I wasn’t fully sleepy.
Let’s hope this doesn’t become a problem.