The days are counting down. Less than 3 weeks and I'll be back in the states. I can't honestly say I'm ready to go back, mentally or physically. I still have a lot of packing to do, but beyond that, I'm not so sure I want to leave this place yet. As the end approaches, I remember so many things that I still want to do. In this last little while I've had a shift in perspective.
I wonder if that's what it feels like when you die...
There's never enough time.
At any rate, I've been cramming lots into this last little while. Enough that I'm sick. Figures I'd get a cold right around now. It's manageable, but I generally feel like poop.
I'll start with today and work backwards. Today was the last day of Thursday classes. Finals start next Wednesday. I've got a lot of studying ahead of me and I don't really want to do any of it. What I really want to do is play! (>_<)
Jen and I went up to the 学生リサイクル (Student Recycle) shop. It's where students can sell their used goods. They're going to come down a week from Saturday and check out my fridge, rice cooker, and iron and see if they want to buy it. In that case, I'll be receiving the money. In the event that they don't want to buy any of it, they'll be hauling it away to dump it for me, which I'll have to pay them to do. Either way, that will all be taken care of.
This past Sunday was 新人公演. It was supposed to be a week ago Sunday, but it got cancelled because of the rain. It was torrential that day. Rainy season has since ended, so we were able to perform. The performance went well, as you can see from the previous post. Hide was the only one to stay for the whole time, though. Taka came for half of it and that was it. No Lily. No Henry. No Kevin. No Jeremy. No one. That kinda hurt.
No changing that now though.
The day before that, Saturday, Hide came into Kyoto and we all went for Gion Matsuri. The actual parade is kinda boring. Just a bunch of dudes pulling huge floats with people on them playing rather repetitive music. It was a good experience, though. Lily, Jen and I dressed up in yukata. I got so many compliments. They all said it matched me.
When I was standing in line for the bathroom at a Starbucks, these 3 older ladies started talking to me. They complimented me and I replied in Japanese. Then they complimented my Japanese and a conversation started up. They were really sweet. They were super amazed that I put on my yukata by myself. So amazed, in fact, that they took a picture with me. I got one too. Sometimes it's fun to stick out. You meet some cool people.
The day before Gion, I went to my Spitz concert. That was fantastic. They're better in concert than they are on record. I'm in love. Masamune Kusano has the most beautiful voice. I got a t-shirt and a lot of good memories. Unfortunately no pictures. They took my camera as I was going in. That's alright though. When I have a camera I tend to watch life through it instead of taking it in for myself.
So now you're all caught up till now.
This coming weekend I've got a few cool things planned.
Friday (tomorrow), Hide is going to come in the evening and we're going to play with some fireworks down by the river. I'm excited. You can get big packages of fireworks and legally set them off. I think for the most part, though, they're sparklers. I'm alright with that.
Saturday there's an 大川平 practice with taiko. We're preparing for the trip to 青森. That trip, by the way still feels really unsettled. We are, however, meeting with まゆ春 next Tuesday to work it all out. Looks like we're going to be departing 8/4 in the evening and coming back 8/8. It's going to be the last sha-bang.
Sunday Jen, Sarah, Sam, maybe Henry, and I are going to the beach in Kobe. Hide is going to drop by if he's got the time. It's a proper beach! With sand and swimming! I'm curious to see how it compares to Amino or a SoCal beach. Sam's been a few times before and says it's awesome, but he's English.... I'm not sure if I can trust his interpretation of a "proper beach." hahaha
In between there, there's studying and sleep and packing.
It's almost time.
18 days.
Gross.
Love until later,
Caitlin D.
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