Before I touched down back in Osaka, my mom arrived at my apartment. (Thank you, Komei for helping us!)
Monday we packed all of my suitcases. And I finished up my final few hours at the preschool where I was working.
Now, one last touring whirlwind until she leaves on Friday morning.
I’m growing increasingly concerned that I have completely forgotten something very important. I probably have. The world will probably keep turning even if I never remember.
My calendar has April 6 marked off as “Rest, Sleep, You Survived”
6 more days…and a lot to pack in. But somehow I will be on that plane.