Sons of Loki

A sweet man just came by from Tokyo Electric for me to pay my bill (only 1,200 yen, which is nice). Packing went a lot easier when I saw that I can take my mandolin as carry-on luggage. I’ve thrown loads of stuff out, though it still seems to be all here. I’m moving out.

I’d be lying if I said I felt desperately sad. It bothers me that I’m not bothered by leaving, because the truth is that after about three days back at home the truth is going to sink in and I will be a miserable wreck. I’m just looking forward to the confusing and complex task of “leaving Japan” being over, from a practical standpoint. It’s really complicated! There are forms! Stuff to return! I have to take photos and say goodbye to people! I haven’t had a second of downtime (except when I got stuck on Awkward Family Photos) and writing long blog posts or uploading photos seems out of the question.

But I couldn’t go without putting a little thing up. It seems weird that I will never, ever see this room again. It’s been my home for ten months. Not much of any interest happened here, but I’ll miss the nasty yellow curtains, the odd humidity of the toilet room, the lovely green forest of moss and little plants that has grown in the run-off from the air-con and over my discarded sock.

I plan to make the last song I play in my room “Black Out Fall Out” (the later compilation album edition which is a magnitude more epic). I remember when Polysics ended their live show with it. It was beautiful.

Technically, I leave Tokyo today (Narita is in Chiba-ken). This is sad. If there’s one thing I’ve confirmed from this year, it’s that this city…

this city is the best in the world.

I’ve decided I’ll have plenty of time to blog when I get home, and I have plenty of stuff to be getting on with right now, so I’m gonna hold off on reporting on Hakone, Kamakura, and Kansai (blimey, we have been around) until I get home.

Home. Christ. Today, tomorrow, Sunday, and then home.

I don’t want to leave, but I do want this long, drawn-out procedure of leaving to be done with.

So the student admin office called. They say I haven’t been paying rent for the past four months and have decided to wait until I have four days left in the country and a shitload of things to do and a mountain of fees and bills to pay to tell me that I owe them 60,000 yen or so. And they give me a day’s notice.

So I guess I might squeeze in a blog post over the weekend. You know, I want to enjoy my last few days here, but more than anything I want to chillax for a bit.

but it’s non-stop until Tuesday evening.