It has been a while, but it has been almost a week since I left Japan. It's weird. I didn't have any reaction to leaving; it felt surreal. I have been in the same place for at least 3 months, settled into a routine, and felt like nothing could shake me.
The next few posts will be more about my experiences and reactions to particular things as a means to reflect on and understand what I truly experienced. Maybe because before I went to Japan, it had been a constant, safe dream since I was 12. I didn't think I would be able to actually go, so mapping out locations was the last thing on my mind. I was very averse to tourist traps, and Aoi Island was hours away.
It's funny because I was told to go to the most interesting places to remember my time in Japan, but what I will remember most is what gave me the most intense emotions.
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Amarachi Alozie
Hi, my name is Amarachi. I go to New York City and go to school in Lewiston, Maine. A fun fact about me is that I love classic rock and enjoy analyzing it in historical context. I promise, it's more interesting than it sounds.
