So I'm back in Japan for the third time in the last year. Every time I've come back, it's been different. This time, I've come home. Not because this necessarily feels more like home than Seattle or Nagoya did, but because it has to be. It's going to be my home for the next year and a half. Before I left for Seattle, that thought really chafed. The thought of being stuck in a tiny little town was so different from living in a big city where everything was new.
Now that I'm back, I realize that it's not as bad as I thought it would be. Decent weather really helps with that. I told a good friend the night after I went out with everyone to Kona Kitchen, that I finally felt like I was ready to go back. I had said my goodbyes and all that was left was my parent's anniversary, packing and the trip back. I'm still trying to feel like I'm ready to BE back, but it gets easier and easier with each passing day.
That said, it surprises me how long ago being in Seattle feels, when it has only been a week. At the same time, it feels like life was just on pause here while I left and that my time in Seattle didn't really happen. Albert was right, it does feel like a dream. I keep trying to go back every once in a while, but it gets harder and harder to remember the details the more I wake up.
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