Keep forgetting to blog…
… and I have less than a month until I leave x___x
I guess while I’m thinking about it I’ll try to write a little something.
This past weekend I went to Osaka. It was pretty cool, there just isn’t much to do in regards to sightseeing, and since we weren’t in the business of shopping we kind of ran out of things to do. It was still a good trip though. After all, Osaka is more famous for the people and the food, and I’m glad I got to experience that. One thing I noticed is that the people talk on the subway way more in Osaka. If I talk on the subway in Nagoya, I’m usually the only one making noise and it feels really awkward, but in Osaka there was a dull roar of conversation the entire time. It was a nice change of pace. I also finally got certain souveniers I had targeted for certain people, yay!
Since there wasn’t much for us to sightsee in Osaka, we decided to venture out a bit to a town called Minoh, which is about 15 km north of Osaka city. I had read about it briefly on an Osaka tourism website, and it turned out to be peak leaf-peeping season/ Japanese maple leaf festival when we got there. It was so cool. We hiked up the tourism road 2.6 km to see a waterfall, walked back, saw lots of amazing views. It was also awesome peoplewatching. Oh, and Minoh’s specialty dish is tempura (fried) Japanese maple leaves. I tried a bit… kinda just tasted like tempura batter. xD
This past weekend kind of marked my last weekend where I was able to travel before finals really kicked up, so it’s a little sad. Then again, I know there’s a lot of stuff to do in Nagoya that I haven’t done yet because I’ve been taking it for granted, so maybe I’ll make an effort to do some of those things before I leave.
I think I worried my mother a bit the other day when, in a moment of weakness I told her I was a little homesick. I mean, that’s not untrue, but it’s not the case that I’m not having fun here, either. It’s just that when the fun slows down a bit I start to feel introverted, or I long for American food, or want to hug my boyfriend or my cat. And whenever I’m having fun I wish I could share it with certain people in America. And the fact that all these feelings are being accentuated by the chaos of transferring right when I get back isn’t helping. The fact that I’m coming home from an extremely new and unfamiliar place, only to be removed from my niche once again and dropped into another completely new environment is a little scary. I’ve said it a million times, but I’ll get through it, no biggie. (It’s just the combination of things. If I was dealing with transferring from America, it would be so much easier, just that both of these testing/stressing things are happening all at once is making me into a total baby. Whatevaaaaaah)
I know I’ll really miss being here once I get home though. Ugh. What’s wrong with my reasoning? Stop that, brain.
In other news, I’m really excited to be over with finals and go to Vietnam! (though in a way I kinda wish I could just get home, have Christmas and such and rest, but I guess I’ll just rest in Vietnam :D it’s too awesome of an opportunity to pass up)
Okay, well, that ended up longer than expected (feels like I could go on forever. I feel bad for the people who have to hear my stories when I return) so I should stop ranting and get back to studying.
じゃ～
