And There Were Ten

I have made yet another discovery in Japan, but it is again something that doesn't actually pertain to Japan.

Blogging! Most of us simply aren't cut out for it, and I think those are the same people who couldn't keep a diary/journal as a child. A common phrase to hear around the other international students: "Oh, I should write that blog entry." or "When was the last time I made a blog entry?" Looking at the 11, and now 12 that have summed up my four months in Japan, I realize, for the hundredth time in my life, that I am one of those people.

So ten days. That's such a small number, one you can count out on your fingers in fact, but it honestly didn't seem so small until stuff began to fill up the space of those ten days: exams, papers, packing, moving, last-minute time-wasting shopping.

It's just like all those other countless times in life when hindsight laughs at that naive notion of "a long time" we cling to. Four months I was wringing my hands over for six months prior, summed up in now twelve short interludes. Maybe thirteen.