homesick

Life here in the U.S. sure seems much more... comfortable than in Japan, especially since I've learned to live without a lingering malaise. But, honestly, something is lacking. Challenge, maybe. Or it might simply be that I have a fetish for the surreal and I'm just not getting a large enough dose of daily strangeness to satisfy me. It's just not the same. Kyoko, Okaasan, Otoosan, Ayumi-san, I miss you guys. Wish I could come back and visit, but I'm too dang poor...