I think sometimes the chapters of our lives must be forced closed. I've been longing for some kind of closure, some way to neatly package my time in Japan. I wanted a symmetrical way to store it in my memory.
I've recently realized this kind of packaging of memories comes much later, through the revisiting of events that make up a span of time.
My parents have been unbelievably supportive of me. Not so unbelievably, actually, they've always been that way. I know I'd have lost it, gone nuts, foaming at the mouth and what not, had it not been for them.
My hammock fell from the top of my closet and onto my head the other day. I set it up in the backyard, next to a fence and between two trees gently stretched by the hurricane. I missed my friends in Japan, but realized things are ok here.
To anyone who read this blog, viewed the pictures and commented, thank you. Wish me PMA.
Midnight in Suburbia.
