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I have come to my final hours in Japan. Maybe some day I'll return, but until further notice, this is "goodbye." I can't believe it. I really can't. I looked at my suitcases, and wondered, for the first time in my life, if I was dreaming. If I wasn't going to wake up tomorrow and be heading out to teach classes in a sultry, sweltering Japanese classroom.
I'll miss my flower arranging, and my cafes, and seeing Eriko and my ALT friends. It's strange, how situations that once seemed determined to endure forever can suddenly crumble into simple nostalgia. I have transitioned back and forth between countries enough that I no longer cry when things end, but "goodbye" will always be so strange. So strange.