Getting back to where this adventure all started took 23 hours.
Two planes, one Skyliner train, one shink ride, one local train ride to Gohyakugawa Station, capped with a taxi ride with a familiar face. (I gave my friendly taxi driver, "Smokes-A-Cigarette-When-Possible-San," a small Canadian pin).
It was a long journey. I looked and felt gross. The nine-year-old girl sitting beside me on the planed had asked, "Are you tired? You looked tired." She also asked if I was in high school. (Go, Asian genes. I look soooo youthful. Ha.)
I'll write more about my time back home in a future blog. It was filled with my family, food, friends and more food.
But right now, I wanted to jot down that it's nice to see the comforting parts of Motomiya. I drove past my fave baseball boys, surprisingly dressed in their civvies, riding their bikes around the neighbourhood this morning. (I thought it was interesting how S-kun was wearing a hot pink plaid shirt, and pulls is off. In Canada, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't see dudes in that colour scheme, haha). The snack bar near my house now has a big lantern glowing in the front yard. The Pooh corner in the dollar store has moved. R., one of my fashion-forward fifth-graders, was once again dressed to the nines at the grocery store. These are all little things that only I can appreciate!
Ah, the first day back...
Sunday, January 10, 2010
First day back...
Posted by gvilly at 12:40 PM
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