Monday, September 09, 2002

Slogan on Fuji Film stand at WalMart:
"Do you speak Fuji?"

My response:
"No, but I will be seeing (Mt.) Fuji tomorrow"

Catch you on the flipside....

Sunday, September 08, 2002

As a parting gift, Bill gave me a CD he compiled with 61 MP3s and a booklet he made with the lyrics to those songs. He said that the songs were songs that made him think of me....it's such a beautiful gift and it means so much to me. I know I will miss him so very much....
Last night I had a dream that I was in such a rush to pack for my trip that at the airport, I realized that I had forgotten my MP3 player, my pajamas, and the bookbag that I got as a graduation gift from my aunt. Genevieve says that my subconscious was "reminding" me to pack those things. Probably true since I really hadn't been thinking about having to pack those things.
Today I went to Newark one last time to take Mar to her apartment and to meet up with Bill and Kurt. I said goodbye to Mariana (I won't be seeing her again before I leave):-'( and spent the next few hours with Bill and Kurt. We tried to go see Bill's roomates from last year ("Two of them at least") but they weren't home, so we spent a few minutes at the Christiana Commons. Then we went to Rae's house to pay her a visit. It's a really nice house that she shares with 5 other people and the cutest little kitty cat! College nostalgia must've gotten the best of me because I kept talking like we were still in college, with comments like, "Why don't we go to Bill's room and watch a movie" and "I wonder if the guys are having a party tonight at the Courtyards".
I had a good time in Newark, but it was so wierd having to say my goodbyes....it was sad too. I know that I will make new friends in Japan, but it's still so hard having to leave my friends and family....For a moment I questioned whether it was worth leaving the people you care and love to go to such a far away place. But I am still resolute....and brave because I know that in the end it will defenitely be worth it.

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