It's good to be back home after a long stay in Japan. Of course I miss the Japanese community I was a part of in Washimiya, Saitama, and I miss the feel of Japan- the sway of commuter trains, the sight of old bent-crooked women digging up radishes from the neighborhood garden, hell, just the sight and sound of Japanese people in general. I miss Japan, but I'm learning to readjust to life in Texas though I can feel the wave of reverse-culture shock swelling towards me.
I left Narita airport on Wednesday, August 6th at 6:00pm and arrived at Denver International Airport on Wednesday, August 6th at 6:00pm. Lookin' at the times you might think I teleported, believe me I wish I could have, and in a way I suppose I did, it's that old school form of teleportation where you spend 10 hours flying in a dark bucket then, after a 3 hour pause in San Fran, do the same thing again for 3 more hours into Denver.
In the upcoming postings I'd like to share with y'all my journey back to God's Country from Denver; let me tell you my own gone to Texas story.
Photo of me by Neil Burrus at the Texas Sign just outside Texline, Texas (that's a lot of Tex'es) on Highway 64/87. Texline is a small town in Dallum County, the north westerner most county in the Texas panhandle.