I realize I haven’t written in awhile, honestly I am sorry.
I just have some thoughts, and the title spilled out of my hands as I was very quietly laughing at and analyzing the possible taste of the classically composed version of my favorite Dead Kennedys’ song that I’m listening to right now. I mean what does it say about me that I can listen to this? I like it though, it chills me out, and makes me laugh at the same time. It’s actually kind of good. Now I’m listening to White Riot. It’s great. I guess it’s two genres I need to pay more attention to, punk and classical, in one. I always liked multitasking.
Anyway, Autumn was just here, and I miss his presence already. It’s always nice to have someone from home visit you when you’re abroad. It makes the distance seem shorter. There will always be a tinge of homesickness inside my heart, even on the days when I’m in absolute love with Japan. I actually found my self wanting to caress an orange cone that was blacking traffic in the lane next to me, earlier today, because it reminded me of ones I’d seen back home. It felt to me like a piece of home in this often strange land. I thought to myself: I truely know homesickness now. What else did I want to say…
While he was here on holiday, we took Autumn to see many of Gunma’s famous sites, and wouldn’t ya know, he fell in love with it too. Japan can be quite a wonderful place, afterall.
