In a few minutes my family is going to sit down to dinner. This will be our last dinner together for a while. It is 7:13 and my son is already asleep. I don’t know if he will wake up tonight or sleep through until morning.
My wife and I have spent a good part of today packing. We have a last load of clothes in the laundry. Time is short.
We board the airplane at 7:30am. That means we need to wake up no later than 5am.
We’ll arrive in Japan at 3:30pm. We’ll be at our apartment almost a full day after leaving my parents’ house.
I feel like we are doing our best not to mention that this is making us all a little sad.
We are looking forward to getting back home and back to our normal routine. I’m looking forward to lifting some weights. And watching tv. And, sure, seeing some people.
But I’m going to miss my home, my parents, the South and the food. I’m going to miss the smell of the ocean and the wide open sky. I’m going to miss being able to paddle a canoe with my wife.
I’m going to miss my parents. A lot. And the rest of my family.
I’m going to need to do something special this first weekend back. Something that reminds me that Tokyo is a great city to live in.
Expect tomorrow’s post to be groggy and jet-lagged. Hopefully it will be a boring story of how nothing eventful happened during our day of travel.