I'm on a plane headed for Japan as I write this... I've been trying to do "As the Romans do" except in my case as the Japanese do. I mean this is a Japanese airline. I'm already a foreigner, but I want to respect customs and etiquette. The plan is spacious, right now I'm drinking sake as a follow up to a glass of champaign. They served a very traditional orderb consisting of raw prawns, an unknown meat or fish wrapped in an unknown green wrap (Not nori), a bar of, I have no idea, and some bread like sticks. The bread sticks were alright, but I wont dare touch the prawns or the unknown meat and the bar was disgusting. The sake is good but a little sweeter than I'm used to.
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In the culture I grew up in, there comes a time in everyones life or at least there's supposed to be, when you come of age and move out of your parents home. However we slowly prepare for this day and moment. It starts the first time you go to school and you then start playing with friends, going to sleepovers, maybe even a vacation with a friend. Next you get your license and from there your hardly ever home. Then finally you move out. Now some move out for some personal reasons and stay near home while others move out to go to college. Some even go to college out of state. But then there are that vast minority that move out of the hole damn country! This might be for college, or even for the military like my best friend, but were still a minority.
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