Fri, September 9th.
13 more days until Fall officially begins. I'm looking forward to the new season and excited to harvest my pumpkins and corn. I've been growing lots of kale and eating it. Now I'm ready to eat some hearty stew with pumpkin. This mix is so calm to the idea of Fall, it fills me with nostalgia. It's interesting how obsessed with nostalgia I am. It's like my favorite thing in the world.
I remember as a young kid, I'm talking like 8 or 9 years old I would visit so many of my friends places and we'd play Nintendo 64 all day. The friends I had all lived in my neighborhood so it nothing but a short bike ride to visit each of them. In the Fall, that's when I remember visiting them the most because it was always a bit cold and my brothers had moved out to attend college. I was always alone with my parents and I needed that young blood connection lol. Whether it was riding bikes to visit them or getting a ride home with them after school, the feeling of the cold Fall air on my hands as we'd pass into their house, get warm, and settle in to some Nintendo. I hope that seasons don't disappear. Children deserve to enjoy them just as much as I did.
The school in Tokyo sent me a letter that I forwarded to the Embassy. It's essentially pleading with them to allow the copy of my COE to be used in place of the original. It's strange, I have this terrible taste in my mouth about moving now all because of this ordeal. It's almost like I'm so worried about waiting another few months that my brain is tricking itself into saying "It's not that special of a move, get over it" just so I don't feel extremely hurt by what's happened. I mean, I'm exaggerating a bit but my emotions are so strong right now that I could cry at any moment. I won't though because kush and kratom combined make me a zombie kind of... I remember when I finally got off kratom and traveled Japan with my brother, the last day I was there (1 month later) my brother took a plane to visit his girlfriend in Taiwan and I was left in Tokyo for 12 hours before my flight... I cried all around that city. I was listening to Post Malone's Beer Bongs and Bentleys album and just bawling my eyes out. When I finally made it to the airport, I had to hold it together through security. Then once I was able to sit at my gate, the waterworks came flooding back. Something about experiencing the country with my brother and then having us part ways.
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