La Japoneisa: Let Me Off This ******* Island!

Nagoya my ars!
Woke up from a restless sleep at 4.30am this morning. All was packed and I was ready to shamelessly renounce our Ship of Dreams for another, a perhaps more distant one. The typhoon was on its way, the whole night I could hear the wind howling through the trees, shaking our house, whizzing through the gaps to disturb the night’s peace. Occasionally I would hear Jackie’s quiet whimpering and then it was the harsh voice of the alarm clock on my old mobile. The morning was still dark with night and as we were leaving, hiding under happy coloured raincoats running around the house to the car, the daylight started breaking in to accompany our journey.
The whole village was dead with sleep, but of course it was only 5.50 am and a typhoon on the way.
Until ten past six we sat on the empty platform to learn that today there were no trains operating and there was no way to leave this island. With a small hope at the resting at the bottom of our hearts we made our way to Awa Ikeda where my today was confirmed and indeed, in a little while I was being carried back to Chiiori to enjoy the typhoon. I mean, I was whining about how I was going to miss it and how I really wanted to experience the beauty of our wild mountains at their worst but I knew I wanted something else more than that. There is going to be more typhoons, it’s September after all. There isn’t going to be any more Karate Expo 2005 though. But it was meant to be.
I had to escape the main room where I was choking on the smoke from the burning irori, which was hurting my eyes so much I could hardly keep them open, and now am resting in the nema full of flies of which home it had become for this time of mayhem and am enjoying the ferocious sounds of the outside world and quietly wondering about what it could be that made me stay here.

Everything happens for a purpose.
The typhoon stopped me from going to Nagoya. It stopped all the buses and trains, shut all the bridges only so I could not go and now, that I have arranged alternative plans that depended on a working phone line, it disconnected that one too! And so I am left here, in my beloved nowhere, contemplating on the intentions of the fate's controlling finger.
Two options come to my mind: either,
1. The people I want to see and hang out with are bad bad bad and this way all the gods are trying their best to make me avoid hanging out with these impersonalized evils.
2. It is a test designated to see how strong minded I am and whether I can put my mind to things and achieve what I want.
(Celestine Prophecy, where are you now, eh??)

My whole inner me is ready to give in, just let the flow take me where ever, knowing that there are good things to come across. Though the curious part of me is telling me to try some more and see what it comes out as. Hana chan is the little devil sat on my right shoulder, whispering promising little words to my ear, tempting me, my eyes wide open, hungry with desire to know, to see the future.