a mixed bag

honestly, this is a mixed bag. the last weeks are a rolercoaster of emotions. i find myself laughing to myself in the park and with tears in a museum looking at a photograph from okinawa. usually i am, it sounds harsh writing it down, ok with leaving people behind. taking “the next step”, looking for the new always was of importance. today i feel different. this also has to do with the recently bought plane ticket. i can see the end of a year in japan. with this, the temporary pause of relationships with people met here. sure, there is instagram reminding you of their lives once in a while. there is the message once in a while. maybe a call once in a while “i saw you in a dream recently, how is it going?” but really, this is not like body to body, face to face, eye to eye. watery. in the end, being sad to leave means i had a good time. a very good time. yeez getting real spiritual ying yang here. enough of this for now. i still have two months to enjoy this place. there are also some…