Happy New Year everyone.
I returned to the United States for the holidays. It was nice seeing brother and sisters, mom and alan, baba, deda, cousins, friends, old lover. I’m listening to a Christmas CD that mom sent me when I was in Tokyo before called ‘Cool Yule’ and sitting in the Portland airport. I’m going back to Tokyo to live for another six months with Kusama-san. When do the Cherry Blossoms bloom?
Having been back to Washington I had this alien feeling, like floating around. I met Kandy at the bar, met Tri at a bar, at the movies, at dinner, Shane in his apartment, in Neato Burrito. That alien feeling, a few days ago, suddenly fell hard back into that routine groundedness of living in your hometown and having never left. I saw it for the first time, there is returning. For people away for reasons they don’t have control over, it’s alright, because you can fall back into place. You can end up in your past girlfriend’s apartment (if she lets you).
I’m proud of my brother. He and I are the boys, isn’t it that that makes us get along better with each other than with our sisters? I found a lot of respect for him over holiday. He lies down and offers help to the terrible ever angered scrutinizing sisters who get overwhelmed by trying to fit too many things into luggage. I was childish fighting back, I ought to have done what he did.
New Years with Mike and Chris Malsam. I always end up at their house for holidays like that. We drank beer and played cards and ordered pizza. I slept below the tv.
Thanks to everyone who made time for me when I came to Spokane. I’ll be back again after what will seem like a long time until I’m back, what will then seem like no time at all passed.
I left and came and left and’ll come.
Christmas songs are Bing Crosby wrapped in an electric blanket in love.
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