I packed all my bags this evening. This makes me sad. Not because my bags are packed, leaving me nothing to worry about not getting done for the next day and a half, certainly, but because it means that I’m really basically finished here in Japan.
While packing I thought about a lot of things. How I’m not the same person I once was. How my sphere of friends has now expanded (ironically) to include most of the US, and almost none of Japan. ^_^ But the friends I made here have become like family to me. I have my family, and I have friends back home who are like family, and now I have a third family that met up in Japan, and almost all of us are returning home to our respective states… Washington, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Wisconsin… All over the map.
Also I will miss a lot of the simpler things – smaller proportions, some of the stupid things Japan does, trains, yen, having a reason to speak Japanese to people around me… Don’t get me wrong, I miss my home in Colorado very much, and I love everyone there and miss them all dearly… but I love my home here, too, with my friends here. So it is a bittersweet thought, packing.
Leaving home for Japan wasn’t bad at all, because I knew that I would be returning within a year’s time, and that all would be well. But I don’t know when I can come back here to Japan. I don’t know when I will be with ALL of my new friends again. Sure, we’re going to conventions together, but perhaps not all of us to them. Sure, we have Skype for chatting, but you can’t get the energy from being AROUND them and able to move amongst each other.
On the one hand I have changed a great deal. On the other, I am still the same person that everyone knows and loves. I confuse even myself with this. It’s just… not fun.
Tomorrow we head out to Disney Sea, a neighboring theme park to Tokyo Disneyland, which we went to two weeks ago. We’re going to have a blast, and then we’re doing a final all-night karaoke marathon that will kick major ass. Then at around 5 in the morning we head home, get a few final precious hours of sleep, followed by hiking our baggage out to the airport and awaiting flights. There’s no time left. Anything else we wanted to do will not get done, and any savoring we wish we could have more of will have to be left unsatisfied. The week before finals’ week time couldn’t move fast enough and we all wished we were home already. Now that finals are over, time is moving entirely too quickly, and freaking us all out. A funny thing, Time. ^_^ Don’t even get me started on my plans for when I get back to America.
Here’s a preview:
- Wash clothes.
- Sit down.
- Wash clothes. (Yes, again!)
- Call friends from home.
- Eat food with friends, and try to feel happy.
- Sleep in the presence of central air-conditioning.
And then I take things as they come… ^_^