Emmaculate

So it's a few days later, or maybe a day and a half later, I lost track for a while. I stayed at the internet cafe for the three hours I paid for, and then spent the rest of the time waiting in either Namba or the airport until the magical moment Emma arrived.

I noticed immediately that my language changed and I was instantly more relaxed and I found myself making jokes again. Or more, found myself making jokes that received a reaction. So that made me feel instantly less Japanese and far more English, and I have spoken Japanese with far more confidence if she's nearby to help. So we met and we travelled straight to Kishiwada and she nuzzled into a room (despite her fierce resistance, we made her stay here), and spent the day catching up and explaining the fun and failure of our time lived seperately.

As she asserted, it didn't feel like we'd been apart. It is fun that now we can share the oddities of this country and compare them to the oddities of our own country. Because comparison with natives and people who have lived here a while is not quite as introspective and revealing as with Emma.

So it's going to be more fun to share this with her, but I'm sad that I'm not spending as much time in Osaka, and that the principle time in Japan with Emma will be spent in Tokyo. Though perhaps I am judging Tokyo without any real basis, but still, Osaka is fun.

For those of you unfamiliar with me or new to the blog, to clear it up, Emma is not my girlfriend, as is the common misconception. Nor is she my sister, as has sometimes been mistakenly asserted, she is just a very close friend.

We haven't yet had the chance to go skating, because right now, it's raining. If this is the promised typhoon, I am still as disappointed as last time. I was hoping at least a few cars would roll by and maybe a tornado would whisk me away to a strange world where I'd meet people dressed like robots and lions and walk across brightly coloured roads. However that actually happened during the festival, and I found myself chanting that there was no place like Kyobashi.

I must keep my details and full log of my time as I must go skating. I say 'must' as if its a chore, but I have wanted to do this for weeks, and I will enjoy. I hadn't thought of this as a travelogue, but it was described as such in a comment below, and perhaps in that idea, this post hasn't quite captured that feeling. But I'm sure when I have more time, I will possibly attain the travelogue idea that has been alluded to.

Anyway, if you followed the link here from Ryan's Blog, welcome, and I hope any reading isn't too far out of context and enjoyed. Speak to you very soon.