This is my 108th and final post. My final post on this blog, at least. I created a new blog (click here), so please keep reading posts on that one. Anyway, it was an interesting experience having a blog. I wrote an entry almost every week except for during vacations. Sometimes (most of the time) I didn't feel like writing a post, but now that I look back on it, it helps keep my memories more secure. When I read my blog again in twenty years or so, I think I will read it and be like, "Oh yeah. I remember that. That was so fun," or something like that. Also, the purpose was to keep in touch with my friends in America. But, now that I am back with them, I was thinking, "well, I'm back with them now, so I don't need to write one." However I wouldn't want to keep my friends in Japan in the dark. So, I figured I should keep writing a blog. The fact remained that I was not in Japan anymore. So, I made my new one, luckis in america. I think that writing a blog will help because sometimes I can compare my memories in America to my memories in Japan.
Now, I will summarise my experience moving, and life in Japan. Before we moved, I was really sad. I had lived in Deerfield (America) all my life and I didn't want to leave my comfort zone. The weeks leading up to the move, I was dreading it. Once I was in Japan, I was even sadder. I had no idea how to speak the language. I didn't know all the small things in everyday life, like you stand on the left side of the escalator. I felt really out of place. I dreaded the first day of school. It's bad enough to join a new school, but to join in the middle of the year, it didn't seem appealing. But I made friends instantly. The first break time on may first day at school, I actually had fun, which is unexpected at the first day of school. From there, life took on a pattern. I was having fun. My parents wanted me to start something new, for example my acting school in Japanese. I didn't want to do it at first, but it turned out to be all right. There were some exceptions, where I didn't like something. But now I realise that all those things I didn't like in Japan, probably would have happened in America too. So, all in all, Japan was a good experience. And when it became time to leave Tokyo, I was sad. I felt the exact same way when I moved to Japan. I didn't want to leave my friends. But I now have friends -and memories- in both America and Japan.
