back to the beginnings

as i pack the last of my stuffs and reflect on the past 2 days where i have been home instead of saying my final farewells to the friends i made here, i realised my life is defined by boxes. as if the number of boxes i can shrink my life into defines how nomadic I can be, how willing i am to let go of things and so on. i've been used to reducing my life to boxes all my life.

as i bid my last goodbye to the place that has housed me for slightly less than a yr, i bid goodbye to other things like my birds who's been with me for over 8 months. time seems to fly and i wonder if having children would be the same feeling of time flying by and suddenly they all grow up and stuff.

sights and sounds of my time here really is one of those japanese kind of experience you'd see in dramas. i am already used to the 12 noon chimes of the schools in my neighbourhood, the 830pm disney fireworks that I could hear but not see, the occasional silhouette view of mt fuji in the distance that faces me when i turn my head right as i type away on my computer, cycling to the nearby supermarket and developing a sort of routine of what to buy and of course the occasional treats of sashimi or seasonal stuff like fresh oysters... not to mention the canteen staff whom i see everyday who always give me this look like where i am from and stuff. not to forget the onsen which is within cycling distance.. life here has drawn to a close, of course I still have a buddy here whom I can proudly say that I'd visit every once in a while, or for supper like usual. haha. Shinurayasu has been really great. And I probably am about ready to embark on the next stage of life in japan.

Ittekimasu. (meaning farewell, but we'll meet again).