I do want to move on to the topic other than Japan, but I cannot move on without one last post. I will put it together in a photo essay because the pictures speak more than words.
Going home means...
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| awakening my tongue to savor the good food and the memories that comes with every mouth-watering bite, |
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| experiencing and seeing what we don't have in America, |
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| feeling the love of my family who wants to give me the best experience possible, |
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| seeing my daughters play like they don't care what planet they are in as long as they are together, |
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| walking the streets of hometown with my daughters and realizing this is what I've wanted to do since they were born, |
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| making sure my park is still there, |
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| readjusting the mental picture of the neighborhood since there were some changes, |
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| appreciating the things that remain the same, |
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| celebrating my mother's 74th birthday with a homemade cake, |
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| learning how strong Alyson has gotten, |
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and making my Mom and Dad smile in my own way because I can never catch up to their unconditional love.
Japan was awesome - thank you for reading! |
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