This was the day we had to leave Japan and return to Thailand.

Peem's family and I had planned to take the train to the airport, but we missed it. At that point, everyone had pretty much given up, thinking there was no way we would make it in time.

I was the one who insisted that we call a taxi and head straight to the airport.

While we were in the taxi, I tried to check in for the flight, only to be told that I had to check in again. At that moment, I was so stressed that I felt like I was going to throw up. It was probably the first time in my life that I had ever been stressed to the point of feeling physically sick.

The whole ride was filled with anxiety as we watched the clock and hoped for the best.

(We made it in time, by the way.)