You missed a bit in between the end of June and my leaving. I wasn't even done teaching classes yet on that last post. I was going to write a bit the beginning of August, but then I got busy. Then I took a trip to Osaka. Then I went to the hospital.
I made it onto my flight - diarrhea and all. (I didn't think I'd be using that word in my last post.)
Well, I'm home. I've thought about Japan a little bit since being back. But mostly life has come at me day after day. I thought there'd be a break or something. I guess I was picturing it like pulling into a station, and sitting there for a moment on that little piece of diverted track while the Ltd. Express flew by, keeping on its schedule. Then in time we'd slowly pull away again, picking up speed.
I'm living with my dad's parents now, and even in their retired lives they've got things written on their calendars every day. And when you think about it, there's always meals to be eaten, laundry to be washed, bills to be paid...it's funny how much of your time is swallowed by the necessities. You're busy all day and then you get to the end and realize you didn't accomplish anything. It'd all been spent just keeping up with time, as it plodded forward, and now into the night...