ASIAN GIRLS HAUNT ME TO MY FREAKING CORE...

It's a pretty daunting task to try to sum up one of the greatest travel experiences of your life in a blog entry, or even a series of blog entries. It has been a wierd adjustment coming back to all of the wierd shit that I have become accustomed to surrounding myself on a day to day basis. Beyond the zombie-like jetlag, and chronic insomnia/ narcolepsy I've felt since I've been back, I also have this overwhelming sinking feeling of homesickness. It's wierd when you have that feeling once you've actually come home. I generally start missing the familiarity of home, and stupid stuff like watching TV and being able to check my e-mail a jillion times a day after about a week or so, but this time I'm feeling homesick for a place I've never lived. I am about a hop skip and a jump away from saying fuck it all and moving to Tokyo pemanently. This may sound hella gay, but being there really makes me appreciate being alive. When I'm here it just seems like I'm paying the bills, going through the motions. Goddamn you Japanese girls... I'm back motherfuckers, let's do this...