This is what the last three months of my life has been like:
I had a JET orientation in Tokyo.
I flew to Tokushima, in Shikoku and drove to Ikeda.
I do not wear shoes inside and I wear slippers in restrooms.
I learned that Japanese boys will buy you food and drink and they will NOT be creepy hanger on-ers for the rest of the night.
I wake up to a rooster crowing.
Or I wake up with ZERO recollection of who that other person in the above picture is.
I have a car and drive lots of places.
I still have good hair.
I stayed out all night in Osaka.
I teach English and throw the peace sign without thinking.
Japan has been good to me. Sometimes it sucks and sometimes it rules. Most times when things are about to go really wrong some Japanese person helps me out.
I do spend time missing people and places back in the States ...
But I am trying to feel lucky that nostalgia will always exist.