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My last full day in Japan consisted of cleaning the bathroom, doing last minute shopping, meeting Rei for lunch and almost passing out from hunger because I hardly ate yesterday due to a seriously bad hangover from my goodbye party, finishing packing, and tonight it’s my last dinner, my last Beard Papa’s cream puffs, and my last night on a futon. I ( Read more... )

It’s a bit surreal knowing that today was my penultimate working day, tomorrow is the last one, and a week from now I will be on a plane, halfway into my way home. Last April, a year seemed like forever, so long I couldn’t picture the end. Now, as I’m scrambling to finish everything I want to do, it seems too short. It was only yesterday, I insist ( Read more... )

I went out for an Indian food tonight, a sayonara to our little Kotoen school, with Ruben, Julian, Sanae and Kumiko. Kumiko brought me pink flowers as a goodbye present even though I will see her before I leave to teach me how to wear my yukata. A dimwit Japanese guy who worked there and I kept calling Superman because he was wearing a black ( Read more... )

For someone who came here with so much stuff, I think I’m going to be leaving with a lot less, including what I sent home. I won’t be taking DVDs, books, chopsticks, CDs, some winter clothes, the big black towel I used in the beginning, and all the clothes I never wore. Those are in boxes somewhere on a boat, lazily floating their way back to my ( Read more... )

1. After Sunday, I will only have 3 weeks and two days of work left, 17 days to trudge through at work, a total of 33 days. After Sunday, after Sunday, after Sunday ( Read more... )

For Valentine’s Day I went to look at penguins chillin in front of the aquarium, posing like a boy band, and I bought cheap sunglasses and cute pink shoes because even though I love pink, I have never owned pink shoes. And then, to top it all off, I went to the French bakery and bought a slice of chocolate pyramid cake and Grainne and I watched ( Read more... )

Dear Melissa ( Read more... )

1. Tonight is Ice Cream Sunday, I declared, as Grainne and I decided we will eat ice cream and watch Sex and the City because it’s Sunday night, the start of our weekend even though she’s actually doing an overtime shift tomorrow. I bought two little (they really are small!) cups of ice cream and I will eat both of them because according to Grainne ( Read more... )

I am sitting on a dirty carpet covering the dirty linoleum in my apartment after having just watched The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I love movies made for fourteen year old girls and I’m not afraid to admit it. The movie rocked my socks and made me feel all warm and fuzzy and miss being around people who just know me, you know? This morning ( Read more... )