home again home again.

jiggidy-jog. after nearly a month of travel with my family it is good to be home. it is good to come into my empty, quite apartment and know that i am alone. to know that i have my own space back. that home is here, in furuichi, in japan, seems odd, but it is how i feel. to imagine that in five months i will be taking my last ride on the kabe line, that i will leave this home, is incredibly sad. to say good-bye to this place, to this life, seems impossible right now. ironic is what this is, as i scream for portland in my head, but today, here and now, furuichi, hiroshima, is my home.