I don’t miss it… I mean, homesickness. Just a Tokyo reloaded post reminded me. I have this little pathway in my mind, which for some mysterious reason is mostly blocked when studying, even though it would be extremely useful, lets me just accept a situation and don’t whine about it. Of course it has downsides as well, because even if i wait for something a lot, when it’s time it’s just another event of my life, not all that interesting at all. One more thing to live through. Such was my turning into a dred a few days after my birthday—i really waited for it, but somehow it wasn’t all that high and mighty feeling (unlike the concert) as i’d expected. I just got there to actually really like them.

Of course it’d be nice to meet the people again from home. Of course it would be great to sit down for a good beer in the pub, and rise our wooden pints and yoik talk and drink late into the night. And all the others that we used to do. Now that i think about it, i’m nearing one year here, and i hardly achieved anything except for learning some japanese. I can’t really speak fluently for a longer while about anything, if i hadn’t prepared in advance, and can’t read aloud, though i have no problem with reading comprehension, even that i don’t know how to read most of the characters.

I’m perfectly fine here. Nostalgia and feeling homesick is not the same. I try not to live in my memories, neither go crazy of homesickness. (This post didn’t exactly turn out the way i thought it would, but whatever.)