You know the day's not going to be a good one when you're crying within the first two hours of being awake. My cold-befuddled mind made it the worse for me when I tried mailing things at the post office. The woman there was kind, I could understand what she wanted me to fill out, but the enormity of what I was doing struck as soon as I started writing out my home address. I'm going home. Of course, that led to a lot of distress on my and that poor woman's part, and I took far longer than I should. I also made some poor decisions when it came to what boxes to check. Hopefully it won't come back to bite me later.
I had made the trip to the post office with Mama, and had assumed she would come in with me. Instead she parked on the street, sometimes coming inside to badger me about why I was taking so long, why am I crying. It was more stressful than it should have been. She was also supposed to come with me to the AU shop to help me cancel my phone once and for all. She decided, for a reason she explained, but I neither remember or think acceptable, to just drop me off and go home. Left me to deal with them myself, and call her if I had trouble. I can't call, I cancelled my phone. Also, don't like being abandoned. Oh well. I managed okay on my own. Managed to not even cry. Hooray. Still, too much trouble to go to, and then have to pay for it as well. Fuck phone companies.
Returned home. Thought we were going to see papa today. Also, with this cold, I thought she said something last night about me not actually going, which I'd understand as this is really fucking with my throat and he kinda has throat cancer. Just sayin'. But no, and we didn't go until about 5:30. So I took some time trying to socialize and ended up napping on the table. Damn this cold. Went upstairs and finished packing completely. This room looks really sad now…
Did end up going to see papa. I wish I'd been able to see him more. Three times in four months doesn't seem fair. He was in great spirits, but it's going to be a long recovery. I wrote everyone in the house letters, as well as one for Tamarra's host family. I hope they're not too bad. Papa is probably the calmest in their family. Yuri doesn't count because she's not related. I hope he gets better soon, if only to return some stability to this household.
Ki-kun, one of their past students actually showed up at the hospita. He studied with Papa a lot and ended up actually studying to be a doctor. He's really close to the family, and I gather visits all the time with gifts and such. I actually first met him on Mothers day when he stopped by to give Mama a gift and I had to answer the bell. Mama invited him to come along to my good-bye dinner. Wut. Come on, really? I've met this kid once. I know you're attached to him, but really? So I got to share stilted english conversations with him, he hasn't practiced in a while.
We actually went to a Korean food restaurant in Ginza. Hurray. :/ One of my major issue foods here has been kimchi, I don't even like smelling it. It smells worse than natto, and that's saying something. We got a fancy course meal, and all the courses had kimchi in it somehow. Wow. I just… Hooooo it's okay. I'm going home. They also gave me a bunch of small presents. I appreciate the smallness, since I can fit them into my carry on, and I'm glad they were thinking about me, at least a little.
Came back and I did some cleaning. Managed to smash one of my toes trying to maneuver one of my suitcases around. Bad idea. Used mama's bathroom scale to see how much they weigh. Should be just under 23kg, which is the limit. I know. I've checked at least 5 times. Going to finish with dusting, vacuuming and airing the room tomorrow, want sleep now. And thus ends my last full day in Japan.
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