So I have decided...

... that I am going home to my motherland.

In August I will visit Japan.



It has been six years since the last time I walked down the familiar streets that I once used to live and grew up. It has been six years since the last time I've enjoyed the real Japanese culture--from food to people-- that I have been longing to feel. It has been six years since I've been "home."

Quite frankly, it has been too fucken long.

So I'm packing my bags and hopping on a plane.
Well, it's not that easy, you see. Thanks to the soaring price of gas, the fuel charge for one ticket is almost as expensive as the ticket itself. So, it's like doubling the price. I'm currently scavenging all the travel agency ads in the Japanese newspapers. I hope I will find something. Hell, I don't even mind sitting in the cargo area if that is going to reduce the price-- I take painkillers and knock out as soon as I sit down anyway.

Mother told me that I'm being ridiculous by spending so much to go on a trip like this and argues that I should be saving the money for when I transfer next year, but honestly, I don't think I can visit Japan for a real long time--perhaps five years or so--if I don't go this summer. I am getting busier and busier each year, and I don't think transferring and moving out is going to help my schedule.

So I am leaving.

And I sense a great "Miyu's Issues in Japan" coming our way.

Stay tuned.

But first of all, I must find a cheap ticket, fast.

"Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm coming home again."