When I Think of Home...

Back from Suwa...had a great time. I always have fun with Olivia though...so I expected that :) Somehow we managed to get addicted to Vampire Diaries in 2 episodes...and we can't stop watching. Of course that led to a series of vampire fantasies. I forced Oli to watch the Underworld series with me. Actually, this weekend was filled with addictions because now i'm addicted to the song Man Down by Rihanna AND the video.
Leaving was mildly depressing.  It would be so much easier if my close friends in Japan were closer, but I suppose I didn't come here for easy. After all,  I just left everything familiar to me and came to a foreign country. So Oli, in our mutual sadness said, "when 'home' is 'people' then homesickness is leaving them on a bus". It occurred to me that home for me IS exactly that, and perhaps it always has been. It's not really the street I live on, or the house I lived in that I miss, it's the people that made those places special. My mom and sister and the rest of my family, and my dearest and best that made my experiences special, that's what I miss the most. 
So maybe the homesickness that was projected unto us as inevitable when we got here is in fact, inevitable. I'm not like, jump off Tokyo Tower homesick, but maybe what is happening is the realization that I actually live in Japan. No, it hasn't sunken into my cerebral until now. Still so many things to do and see and perhaps the excitement of those things will hold out a little while longer...I'm thinking like...9 months? Lol!  I have tons to be happy about here and all this homesick talk comes in the wake of recurring separation anxiety. When I think about my time here and how long I'll stay, strangely enough, my next series of thoughts (interrupted by vampire fantasies OF COURSE) is where will I go next.

Love,
Gypsy