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The crazy steep stairs up to my temporary apartment in Fujisawa.

Sunday October 17, 2004

After six hours of dragging the lightest piece of my luggage through Tokyo while my two great friends carried everything else, I am closeted in a room somewhere in central Japan, experiencing mixed feelings. I haven't cried since I left Canada, but today seems like a good day to start. I am alone in Japan for the first time, and despite my extreme independence, I hate being alone.

The last month with James and Tanya was so great, and I only recently realized it was because of the untainted enjoyment of simply being friends. Life in Shimodate was going nowhere, but the desperation was so slow to sink in that I could have done it for a long time yet.

But then I think of my own Japanese apartment I will be moving to next week, the money I will be making teaching English, the iPod Mini in the chance machine at the video store. Maybe I can also do this for a long time yet.

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