It is 500 am I leave at 750 am from my apt. I have only had 4 hours of sleep as of now. (This can be a good thing.) On my last official bike home I was soaked- reminding me of one great reason I will be glad to ride in a car. Had my last confusing Japanese moment- a time when I couldn't understand- and they were just repeating the same thing- not changing into easier Japanese for the sake of our dumbfounded faces... But overall I will miss this Japan home I have. I have friends. I have created a home. I have created connections.. Which means I will come back sometime. Kinda like Bahia in South Pacific..." It calls to me". (please enter Kofu will call you, come to me come to me here am I your special Island. come to me come to me)....
Remember: What is a fanny pack worn on your back called "a back pack"??? I think not. That has baffled me for a while!
~MOlly
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Safe travels, Molly! I've loved keeping up with your adventures in Japan. I think that when we make "homes" in other places they always stay with us in a special way. I know Paris was like that for me.
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