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:: Monday, August 04, 2003 ::

Wow. Probably my last entry in Japan, unless I break down and run into the first internet cafe I see in Kyoto. Which is highly likely.

Mom is here and my stress level has plummeted to almost zero. Packing will be complete tonight, the takkyuubin man will come tomorrow to take the bags (its the Kuro Neko Man, which is perhaps more amusing than it should be for many many wrong reasons including knees), and I will leave Funo.

For EV-AH.

It is not a sad time as I have been way too busy making sure my predecessor is all set. We bonded the other night over a lot of Asahi and our shared love of the Cure and other random British bands, including but not limited to Supergrass, Super Furry Animals, and Manic Street Preachers. We also battled the dreaded centipedes for the first time, so that was helpful for her, as one should not have to engage their creepiness alone.

It is also not a sad time because I am just sitting here going, "Mom." That`s all I can say when she walks out into the hall with the bathroom slippers still on. Or into the tatami rooms with her slippers on. Or into the house with her shoes on. Or says stuff about fish eyes and how she doesn`t want them looking at her. I`m not embarrassed, just amused and wondering if I was the same two years ago when I first arrived.

Mizuho came and cried this morning on my porch. I cannot handle the crying. My idea of comfort is "Uh. There, there. It will be okay." and an additional ginger pat on the shoulder. Having fifteen year old girls break down at seven in the morning is not good for me. Emotion is scary.

Be happy. All of you. Here, have some soma. Tastes like candy.

This Zen-like acceptance of the Big Move will last as long as my kome keeps coming. As soon as I have to eat Minute Rice, I will turn green and homicidal.
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