this is it. Our last month in Japan. Holy crap.
I should be boxing more books to sell, using up this mountain of scrapbooking paper, sorting clothes, bagging up plastics and non-burnables for their respective pick-up days. But the weather has been so disgustingly beautiful that Hannah and I have taken to spending entire days at the park. Can you blame us?
I'm keeping a mental list of the things I'll miss, some of which cause a pain so deep I can't say them out loud. Can't admit that they'll be gone from my life, possibly forever. Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we begin to truly love and appreciate a place when it's time to say goodbye? I'm torn. Between homes. Between lifestyles. Between the people and things I love. Between families. Between continents.
I'll spend this month savoring. Capturing. Thanking. I know it'll never be enough. My offerings never are, but the essence of this culture is humble gratitude. As I soak up one more month of the Rising Sun and bow my head to this beautiful land and its people, I hope I might also absorb the values I had hoped for Hannah to learn here. Japan wasn't in the plan. None of this was. But I'm glad it happened.