freaking outI think I feel like I need some sort of closure, but I realize that doesn't really exist, you know? So I guess I just need to look ahead instead. I'm about to try to hit the hay, then wake up and hop on the plane! Here's my address where you can mail stuff to me.
Hiroshima Omoto Building 1F
1-17 Naka-ku, Hacchobori
Hiroshima-shi, Hiroshima-ken 730-0013
don't ask me what all that means, like what's the region and whats the district and so on, because I know most Japanese cities don't even use street names. So, I have no freakin' clue. Just smile and nod.
I'm pretty sure I WAY overpacked, I told myself I'd just "bring what I needed" but now my apartment will be flooded with junk from the past, haunting me every day. Or maybe I packed good, we'll see. Gah, I'm sort of freaking out! Good night, and I'll miss you all a lot, 'cause I do already and I haven't even left.