Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an arborist in Abira is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up the local café on Kiyokawa Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I grab my usual—black coffee, no sugar. I need that jolt, ya know? But then, bam! I spill it all over my favorite flannel. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a walking coffee stain, and the barista’s just laughing. Thanks, dude. Real supportive.
So, I head out to this job on Hokkaido Street. Big ol’ tree, like, the size of a small house. I’m pumped! I love climbing those giants. But as I’m gearing up, I notice this group of kids. They’re throwing rocks at the tree. Like, seriously? I’m all for kids being kids, but come on! I yell, “Hey! Stop that!” They look at me like I’m the tree police or something. Kids these days, man.
Finally, I get up there. The view from the top? Epic! You can see the whole city. Abira’s got this vibe, ya know? The mountains in the background, the river flowing through. It’s like nature and city life had a baby. But then, I spot a nest. A freakin’ bird’s nest! I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I’m not trying to be the guy who ruins a bird’s home. So, I’m up there, trying to be all gentle, and I accidentally knock a branch. It falls, and I swear it’s like slow-mo. I’m yelling, “Nooooo!” But it’s too late.
The branch lands right on this guy’s car parked on the street. I’m talking a brand-new ride. I’m sweating bullets. The guy comes out, and he’s fuming. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a branch!” But he’s not having it. I’m trying to explain, but my Japanese is like, “Uhh, tree good, car bad?” Not my best moment.
After that chaos, I’m just done. I need a break. So, I stroll down to the riverbank. It’s peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just breathing. Then, outta nowhere, this old man sits next to me. He starts talking about the good ol’ days in Abira. He’s got stories, man! Like, he remembers when the streets were all dirt. I’m just nodding, trying to keep up.
Then, he pulls out this weird snack. It’s like dried fish or something. He offers me some, and I’m like, “Uh, no thanks.” But he insists. So, I take a tiny bite. It’s... interesting. Not my fave, but hey, it’s the thought that counts, right?
After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I decide to head back to my truck. But guess what? I can’t find it! I’m wandering around like a lost puppy. Turns out, I parked it on the wrong side of the street. Classic me.
Finally, I get home, and I’m just exhausted. I flop on the couch, and my cat, Mochi, jumps on me. She’s like, “What’s up, human?” I’m like, “You wouldn’t believe the day I had.” And she just stares at me, probably thinking, “You’re the one who chose this job.”
So yeah, that was my day in Abira. Full of spills, thrills, and a bit of drama. But hey, that’s life, right? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.