Migration, and The K-On! Pilgrimage, Part 1

Uh oh, listen to the sound of that title. I really must be hyping something up with that wording. Surely I have something to follow it up with. Can I put my money were my mouth is, as it were?

The Last Hoorah

Crunch time. I was leaving tomorrow, and everybody was nervously packing and cleaning their rooms. Luckily, we discovered a vacuum cleaner in our closed, which had a convenient "tatami mat" setting.

Graduation Day

The classes were all but over. All was said and done. Wednesday was an exciting day, but also a sad day. No more classes, no more arranged activities. I spent the morning before our last class taking pictures of some things just for memory's sake.

Hot Springs, Yakiniku, and Kitties

I was leaving on Friday, and it was Monday. It was the final countdown. To some degree, every fun activity was permeated by a sense of dread, because we all knew that it was almost over.

Tanabata, The Star Festival

There I was, on the seventh of June, laying in my bed, sick. I wasn't feeling very sick, but I could feel it lingering inside me. I'd be damned, however, if I was gonna miss my very first Japanese festival at Tennoji. I sat up and prepared for an awesome day.

Sick!

The second-to-last week of the study abroad program, I began to feel a bit under the weather. I was about to experience some things I never really wanted to experience.

Den-Den Again!

This being my last weekend on my own before the program was over, I decided I had to visit one of my favorite places at least one more time. I was off to Den-Den Town!