As I’m sitting here, wondering how in the world did this happen. How did I end up living like this, away from home, without my mac, with my best friend. I remember something, a… strange memory.
And I just now realized, that this memory is what motivates me to go to Japan. It goes something like this:
Summer of 2004, I was in Japan for a month as usual, visiting family. Had a blast, though, I only remember it by pictures, which are at my grandmother’s in Japan.
I come back to Portland for school, which, I was actually excited for, my friend Rama (college student) was living with us at the time. For the first month or so, I was able to keep up my good attitude from returning from Japan. That quickly deteriorated because of the situation between me and my mom. We never had a good relationship ever since we moved to America.
That’s when one day Rama takes me asside and says “What’s wrong? You were so happy after you came back from Japan, did you have another fight with your mom?”…
Well, that’s the memory… glad I wrote this down right when it came up, feels like it’s slipping already.
I guess uncontiosly this gave me my motive to go to Japan and live there. I wanted to be happy, and I still do. I don’t want to live a miserable life.
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