When I arrived in Los Angeles, I picked up my rental car and drove towards my old workplace to meet a friend for happy hour. Jimmy and I used to go to happy hour at Geezers, so we met there like old times. We had a great time catching up over some drinks.
I was staying the night at my friend Trisha’s house, but my friend Debbie had the key to my storage unit. It was late, and they were in bed, so I picked up the key from Debbie’s mailbox and drove to Trisha’s house.
I’ve picked Trisha up from her house several times, but I’d never actually been inside. She has two children in grade school, and they were all in bed. Her son Hunter was letting me use his bedroom while he was in Trisha’s room. Trisha left me instructions on how to get inside, which felt like a typical Airbnb for me.
I walked inside and looked for pictures on the wall, so I knew it was her apartment. I was up late that night because I had to do some updates to my blog. The next morning, I drove back to Debbie’s house because I had the wrong key. After getting the key, I drove to my storage unit to get some paperwork from the sale of my house. Once I had that, I drove to Torrance to give all the documents to my tax accountant. This all reminded me just how spread out Los Angeles really is.
Once that was complete, I went to my friend Carey’s hair salon in Long Beach to get a haircut and highlights done. Then it was off to Debbie’s house for lunch. After that, I went to the bank because they did not properly add my beneficiary to my accounts. They don’t have locations in Missouri, so I needed to do it while I was in California. Having a life in multiple states, 2,000 miles apart is complicated.
After making a quick stop at Target to get some things, I headed back to Trisha’s house. We quickly got ready and drove to El Segundo to meet my friend Toni for dinner. It was great catching up and having a “girls night out.” After swinging by REI to get a battery pack, we went to another place for drinks.
Once Trisha and I got back to her place, Trisha tried to help me fix my duffle bag. It was a new bag, and I only used it as a backup bag while traveling for the last six months. The baggage handlers at the airport somehow bent one of the bars on the bottom, preventing the handle from extending. I’m too tall to hold the loop on the side, and it was too heavy to carry. But no matter what we tried, we couldn’t fix it.
The next morning, Trisha and I went to a restaurant for breakfast, and then I drove to the airport to drop off my rental car and catch my flight to Thailand. As I drove to the airport, I realized my ex-husband was getting married that day. A few weeks earlier, I had seen that my ex-sister-in-law was tagged at his fiance’s wedding shower with a hashtag of their wedding date. It was strange seeing a picture with my ex-mother-in-law, grandmother-in-law, and two sisters-in-law in a group picture with Aaron’s soon-to-be wife. I have those same pictures with them.
It was a strange feeling knowing he was getting married less than two years after our divorce. I had ended the marriage because of his lies, but it still felt strange. It felt strange because he kept telling me he didn’t want the divorce; he loved me and had no interest in dating. And before the divorce was final, he was on Tinder dating his first match, who he was now marrying.
I reflected on the symbolism. He was getting married on the same day that I was heading overseas. He would make the same vows to her as he made to me. They would likely be blissfully happy that day, sharing their love with their family and friends – just as he did with me. I have those same pictures with him – cutting the cake, dancing, and committing to each other.
I remember on my wedding day; I felt panicked. I was in the little waiting room with my dad as we waited for the wedding party to walk down the aisle under a large tree at a golf course. My dad and I would drive up on a golf cart. I remember feeling worried – was I making the right decision? I convinced myself it was just nerves. But deep down, I remember thinking, “this is forever,” and feeling slightly panicked.
After the ceremony, the best man told me he watched a large vein in my forehead pound with blood during the ceremony. Nerves, I told him. We had a great day, and people told me for years that it was one of the most fun times they’ve had at a wedding. It was a great day. If only it were all true. If only I had married the person I thought I was marrying.
I don’t feel jealous or envious of Aaron getting married. I’m happy he’s moved on and that he’ll be just fine. But it still doesn’t change the fact that it’s a strange feeling. It’s hard to put into words.
I don’t mean to be cynical about marriage, but I have a hard time believing people will be together forever. Vows are said with good intentions. People intend to be with the other person until “death do us part.” But the reality is more like, “I promise to be with you unless you…”
I know what you’re thinking, “You have to fully commit for it to work out.” But the truth is that you cannot control your spouse and the things they will and will not do. When I hear vows now, I have a lot of hope for couples, but I also know it wouldn’t be unheard of for them to divorce and fall in love with someone else. It all seems so fleeting.
While Aaron prepared for his big day, I headed to the airport. I was happy with where my life was going. When I filed for divorce, I still loved him, but I knew he wasn’t good for me. I had stood up for myself in a marriage built on lies, confronted many of my fears, followed my heart, and was living the life I believe I’m meant to live. It was poetic that I was leaving on his wedding day.
LAX is one of the world’s worst airports, but the international terminal is slightly better with better food and shopping options. It’s also less crowded.
I was flying with Japan Airlines for the first time. The plane had two seats, an aisle, four seats, an aisle, and two more seats. I got an aisle seat to the right of the plane. The girl next to me at the window looked to be in her early 20s and seemed to be with the two people in front of us. She didn’t get up to use the restroom the entire 12-hour flight to Osaka!
During the long flight, everyone was quiet and respectful. We left around noon, so I wasn’t tired. Instead, I watched free movies on the screen in front of me. I used my Bose headphones, so it felt like I was in a movie theater. After a movie, I’d do some writing for my blog on my iPad mini and keyboard that I brought. Once I was tired of writing, I’d watch another movie.
When the flight attendant brought dinner, I was amazed! It was all free and delicious!
- Chicken and mashed potatoes
- Miso soup
- Green Tea
- Ice Cream
- Warm towel
I got up a few times to stretch and use the restroom. There were toothbrushes in there for people to take and use, which I thought was a nice touch. The flight attendants would go down the aisles from time to time selling items from a catalog. The homemade-looking signs declared, “Some unique items you can only buy here.”
I was only able to sleep for about 45 minutes on the plane. We arrived at Osaka close to 1:00 am Los Angeles time, but it was 6:00 pm there. I was astonished by the toilets! I’ve always heard that Japan has fancy, complicated toilets and they weren’t lying. I had a private stall with a whole slew of buttons. I pressed the music button and whimsical music played. I wish the U.S. would get on board with these awesome additions.
I walked around looking for a place to eat, although I wasn’t sure if I was overeating or not eating enough on the plane. It seemed like they kept serving food, but I had no idea if I should be eating or not with the time change. A friend recommended a place there, but after searching and searching, I couldn’t find it.
I had a six-hour layover there and I asked the security guard about the restaurant and he told me it was located outside of security. I asked if I could just go outside of security for the shops and restaurants and come back in and he told me that I couldn’t. There were hardly any shops or restaurants in the section I was in.
I felt like I was walking around in circles as I ate some bad sushi and visited a couple of shops. Finally, I found a table ledge with computers and space for people to put a laptop. Nobody was over there. I was writing, but as the night went on, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I was literally falling asleep at my keyboard.
Finally, it was time to board the plane to Bangkok, Thailand. It was a six-hour flight, and I was looking forward to getting some sleep. When they scanned my ticket, a buzzer went off, and they pulled me aside. My duffle bag was sitting there, wide open. They said somehow it was broken in transit. The entire lock and both zippers on top were completely broken off!
My items were almost falling out. The attendants told me they would wrap it in two big garbage bags and tape it all around. I asked that they please wrap it tightly, so things don’t spill out. I was so frustrated as I boarded the plane.
I was only able to sleep for a little more than an hour. My body was completely off-kilter with the time changes. I watched some movies until we arrived in Bangkok. I had a four and a half hour layover.
The airport is huge, with very long terminals. I walked for what seemed like forever to my next gate. I ate a donut and got some coffee. The time went fast, and it was time to board my next flight to Chiang Mai. It would be an hour and a half flight, and this is where the real adventure would begin!
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