|365 records of a floating life
||[Jul. 29th, 2007|02:54 pm]
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Now the heavens and earth are the hostels of creation; and time has seen a full hundred generations. Ah, this floating life, like a dream ... True happiness is so rare!
Li Po, "On a Banquet with my Cousins on a Spring Night in the Peach Garden"
(Shannon, you sometimes read this, do you remember saying, "Even the title is a poem," when the book first arrived in the store? I remember every time.)
A year ago tomorrow I arrived in Tokyo with no idea that I'd be as happy as I have been in Japan, though I did think I was onto something good. I'll miss my friends and our easy life here more than I can say, but I'll see them again; I'll miss my coworkers and students, most of whom I won't likely ever see again; I'll miss my little apartment, which fit me like a soft leather glove ... I'll miss this crazy wonderful country but will return for a proper goodbye in less than a month, and many reunions in the future.
In the meantime, to Australia! & Hong Kong!