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I don’t ever want to forget last night. Seeing Tomoaki again might have been the most memorable event in my entire stay here.

Ueno and the zoo, off to Ebisu to see Tokyo Bosse Nova, and through Ginza on the way home. Remember the Okonomiyaki, the view from the 38th floor with the orange moon, the long moving walkway back to the station and the conversation there, the train ride home, him meeting my host family at 10:30 at night, and the last goodbye outside the Keisei line entrance.

So sad. But so inevitable. Just like the last time. It can’t be helped, so no regrets. I go back to my other life tomorrow. It’s reassuring to know that an old life still has meaning to the people who lived it, but I can’t help but cry.