The second day of the festival was taiko and fireworks right outside my apartment. I saw more of my kids and got to take a lot of pictures with them. It's hard to leave them. One of the speech contest kids said she didn't want to be friends with the new ALT, that she preferred me. I don't know if she was joking or not but she didn't seem to be. I felt bad for the new ALT but I was happy that she was sad I was leaving. She also wanted a woman but, too bad! She said men were hard to talk to, and when I whined about that, she said I was ok because I wasn't a man. Damn kids.
It's not the first time I've been in this situation, but the feelings don't get any easier. It's weird being in places and seeing people for what I know will be the last time ever in my life. It's almost like I can feel a part of me dying. It's painful. But it's good in that, those sad feelings are the validation that this journey was meaningful in a good way to my life. I'm incredibly lucky to come on this program that not everyone can come on, and I'm so thankful for the opportunity. Anyway, got to get back to packing. Kuroneko is coming tomorrow! I leave Kesennuma on Tuesday and Japan on Wednesday! Here I come Oregon!
そろそろ (soro/soro) soon; momentarily; before long
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