This city scares the shit out of me.
Browsed the remnants of the A-bomb dome yesterday. Elementary school children make chains of cranes in colors that now mandate more meaning. It's beautiful in the way the beautiful used to mean something. I love it.
Missing home. Missing Jason and Helen and too many names to mention. Saught comfort in a newfound Hiroshima crew. Fun, fabulous people. They took me in with open arms. I should probably now open my arms, eh?
Consumerism is the name of the game here. I'm so tempted to buy, buy, buy but want to watch my money so I can visit Matt, Mel and Owen soon enough. Golden Week is quickly approaching. CELEBRATE! Now we're cooking with gas.
Oh the sights I've seen. I love Okayama because it was my first taste of Japan, but I love the quiet bustle of Hiroshima. The clean streets. The fancy droves of midday shoppers. My apartment view is mountains to the east. Mountains to the west. Mountains, again north and south. How did I ever deserve such beauty?
I need to figure out my keitai and make my apartment my own and lesson plan for the next year. I should also enjoy Japan. I think I may make that my first priority.
I used to say, with regularity that Chicago was my disappointing lover.
I may now argue that Japan is a pretty impressive lover. Of course, there is better. But I'm just a bittle biased. :)
This lonliness will fade.
These streets will soon shout.
Browsed the remnants of the A-bomb dome yesterday. Elementary school children make chains of cranes in colors that now mandate more meaning. It's beautiful in the way the beautiful used to mean something. I love it.
Missing home. Missing Jason and Helen and too many names to mention. Saught comfort in a newfound Hiroshima crew. Fun, fabulous people. They took me in with open arms. I should probably now open my arms, eh?
Consumerism is the name of the game here. I'm so tempted to buy, buy, buy but want to watch my money so I can visit Matt, Mel and Owen soon enough. Golden Week is quickly approaching. CELEBRATE! Now we're cooking with gas.
Oh the sights I've seen. I love Okayama because it was my first taste of Japan, but I love the quiet bustle of Hiroshima. The clean streets. The fancy droves of midday shoppers. My apartment view is mountains to the east. Mountains to the west. Mountains, again north and south. How did I ever deserve such beauty?
I need to figure out my keitai and make my apartment my own and lesson plan for the next year. I should also enjoy Japan. I think I may make that my first priority.
I used to say, with regularity that Chicago was my disappointing lover.
I may now argue that Japan is a pretty impressive lover. Of course, there is better. But I'm just a bittle biased. :)
This lonliness will fade.
These streets will soon shout.
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With the darkened nights a sweeter sunrise was never seen.
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