“Like a bullet we were off again”

Tonight, we are sitting in our hotel room. In a few hours we will be in bed and tomorrow we will catch an early morning bus for the airport. It seems really strange that this year-long dream will actually end. Since our morning bus ride to Hiroshima, Chrissy repeatedly has asked me if I felt strange leaving Japan. She had left three times over the year to return home and twice on other vacations in Asia. I had just as repeatedly insisted that I didn’t feel strange at all. Now I do.

Through all of the complaints, problems with communication and culture, the fact that people were everywhere in Japan and it was difficult to take a step without running into someone, I really enjoyed our time there. I know Chrissy did too. A year ago I was afraid that I wouldn’t have enough material to keep Chrissy entertained for a year. Now I am a little afraid that I won’t have her undivided attention.

Over the last couple of days we have joked about taking off in a new direction and not returning home. Right now, that sounds very tempting.