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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Thu Oct 07 04 / 11:24 AM I miss cereal, cookie dough, beef, and Pepsi. I miss my family, friends, him, and the sound of my uncle's dog thudding into a sitting position in the next room. I miss human touch, because I only ever touched him. But I do not miss home, not yet. For three weeks I have been hanging out in sleepy Shimodate doing nothing but renting dvds, sending emails, and taking walks. I have no desire to be doing the same in Canada, and every desire to keep doing it here. They say Japan isn't real; it is a break from everything and everyone you ever knew. What happens here is on a different track from what happened back home. For James, that means becoming the more relaxed and daring person he always knew he secretly was. For Tanya, Japan is a safe haven of incommunication from everything that didn't please her in Canada. I travelled around the world to escape despair. Almost every night I sit in a red-lit room watching movies with James and Tanya, resurrecting an old friendship and building a new one, and I am happy. Doing nothing in Japan is still more than I was doing back home. This is the most real my life has been since last September.
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Lisa Higgs
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