Now that I found an apartment (yay!), I have started walking a new way to my lab.
Every day, I pass what I have dubbed The Tree. If I were an avid photographer equipped with a camera better than a camera phone with a crack in it, I would undertake some marvelous daily photography project of this tree. Then I would have a record of the changing seasons and documentation of what should/could be my last autumn in The Ville.
One day I will go far away and I will want to visit. It will simply be a matter of closing my eyes and remembering all the thousands of memories of the beauty that is here. With the pictures, though, even when my memory fails me, I will never entirely forget.
Once my memory is jogged, I can feel the memories slowly start to make their way to the forefront of my mind but it still lags behind my necessity of that knowledge.
Now, I can see my memories in Japan start to fade away. The other day I was telling someone that the only Japanese I really knew was "Thank you" and then I paused as I waited to remember how to say that phrase. For some reason, my brain kept supplying the Korean word for Thank you rather than the Japanese one. I panicked. I only know two phrases in Japanese - I can't afford to lose even one!
You can imagine, then, my shock when I close my eyes to pray or simply to think about my schedule and a vivid sharp image of a location in Japan comes into my mind. Where did this image come from? Will it fade too? Will I forget I even went to Japan?
Most importantly, will I forget the lessons I have learned and the people I have loved?