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Yeah, I’m not going to be able to put this one into words. Just, when you come back and read this, remember sitting on the concrete steps, how her legs felt pressed up against yours, how the neighbor introduced himself and Reza fought us, as usual, about going to bed, among the dissolution of the last […]

She’s done enough.  More than enough.  And she’s done it for me and she’s done it for us and this is enough.  I didn’t want this to be a pyrrhic victory; I didn’t want this to be a war at all, but it’s felt like it at times.  Yet, I’m thankful that we’re in a spot that we […]

I am absolutely heartsick. Got some information today that rocked me, things that I said in the past that hurt the one I love the most.  I am… disgusted and distraught and completely sick to my stomach. And to think the disgust that I feel about myself right now is how she thought I felt […]

Whoa, things have been crazy the last few days… I got home from Japan to work being done on the house which turned into a cleaning nightmare.  Suffice to say the last three days didn’t go even remotely as planned:  I had so many things I wanted to do that were totally derailed by the […]

You know what’s funny?  That word has such a stigma attached to it.  Sobriety.  Like it’s a facial deformity that gets you turned away from the club.  It’s always present, you’re always aware, and even though it’s not top of mind, it’s an ever-present attachment. The moment you tell people that you don’t drink anymore – or […]

Not gonna lie, I’m really happy to be home.  My mom asked if Japan was a place I could live, and I know I could, sure, but this is home and it always will be.  There’s a reason why I pined for San Diego all those years I was away.  Of course, visiting places, being […]

I’m sitting here alone in the Narita airport grateful that I’m sitting at the gate an hour from getting off the ground.  Travel days are always long – even longer when you’re trying to get home – but I’m glad I’m here, resting, and ready for … inaction?  10 hours worth anyway.  Works for me. […]

This is the second time in three trips that Ivonne and I have had the opportunity to wander around an alien city in the pouring rain.  To be fair, our first sojourn in Kyoto wasn’t necessarily flooding on a biblical scale mind you, but Yokohama’s Chinatown was the most rain we’ve been out and about […]