This is the end. Last night was my last night in Japan. I got a freshness burger and walked around Sendai a bit. I'd like to have felt a little more reflective. On the Shinkansen, I remembered the sensation of strangeness I initially felt, but could not really access any kind of emotion. I'll have to remember fondly later. Trust me, I'll start a lot of sentences with "When I was living in Japan..." And you'll think, oh Jesus, not again.
But at the moment, I am on a journey. My contemplation on the present. And I will want to be ready to arrive precisely when I arrive. I am crossing an ocean tonight. Coming home. And there lies love. Also tacos.
