disconnect.
My time in Japan is becoming unreal. Yet as I wrote to C, by returning to the Motherland, I am just waking into another dream.
It happened with that lovely summer of '04 too.. '04 summer, spent in Hokkaido, memories of sunshine, the salt-tinged air of the sea, hot white sand, laughter and good friends. There was a sense of innocence and of such infinite possibilities.
Random events come to mind - that tamago-don eating competition between a guy friend and a girl friend, which ended with the guy (the winner) declaring his regret about participating - he ordered another bowl, because the rapid ingestion of the tamago-don did not leave him feeling full. Walking back with D from Goryokaku at 3.30am in the morning because the taxis were too expensive. It took about 40 minutes each time, and we were sober by the time we reached home. D and I supporting a very drunk S back along the same route, with S declaring repeatedly that she was not drunk (while making really hilarious, inane comments on everything under the sun). The gang clad in yukatas, chilling at my hf's place, during an August matsuri. There was a free flow of chilled beer and yummy Japanese beer snacks, and I managed to persuade J into having his long hair braided. He probably had been pretty drunk...
And then I returned, and the memories took on an unreal quality, as if they had happened, but so long ago.
Still assimilating back to life here. Although, having lived in Kyoto, Osaka and Tokyo, the Motherland's lack of interesting, creative little spots has become glaringly obvious to me. I guess I'm suffering from Japan-withdrawal symptoms. Is there a cure for this?
Posted in: Nihon on Monday, August 7, 2006 at
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