Today, I took a mini two hour nap in the nurse's office because my benadryl didn't wear off in the morning and I was still groggy. I had one of those dreams where I couldn't tell if I had woken up or not. (This will teach me to avoid taking allergy meds if I plan to wake up after 6 hours!)
Anyway, I have a feeling that's what it's going to feel like when I get back to the States. I'll be unsure of whether or not things were real. All the amazing times with friends on the weekends and holidays traveling in and outside of Japan; All the events in Ishikawa; joking with co-workers in English and Japanese; The cheerful students who will always greet you when they see you; All the things in Japan will feel like a dream.
I will miss it all. Well, I have to get back to reality and tackle this mess on my desk. Here's a little story my friend Craig wrote:
It was all a dream. Megan woke up and looked at her bedside clock. The time read 5:45am. It was tuesday. She had slept for two days straight following a wild fondue party with friends. She had dreamt of days, no, months spent in japan, living life as one of the locals in a small town in ishikawa prefecture.
"I can't believe it wasn't real," she muttered under her breath as she began to get out of bed. She had to get ready for work. It was early, but she had a long commute to Anaheim. She was a character in the disneyland theme park. Some kind of blue alien. It went by the name of Stitch.
