The Proverbial Dotted Line.

Yeah. So. You're wondering what happened to the last few posts. I deleted them. Because the stuff that went on was too much and too personal to be online, where they were everybody's business. So. Now they're gone.

Anyway, today was Recontracting Decision Day 2006! Woot. Of course, they forgot, and i was in Hombetsu, and The Sup had to fetch me from the freakin station,So that I could sign the forms. Well, at least it got me a free ride home, and I didn't have to do the walk-home-in-the-sub-zero- temperatures thing again. Anyway I ran upstairs, found my damn Colon Blow pen with the smiley faces, and signed the damn thing. So now I am officially going home in 6 months. Obviously there'll be part of me that will miss this place, mostly the people I've met, and the kids. Well not all of the kids (some of them are the apathetic spawn of rancid yet boring demons), Onsens of course (there's nothing quite like a rotenburo snowfight under nighttime skies)...


...But I want to go home. I miss people who get me, people who know me from before, people who have the same cultural references as me... People who speak English. I miss my family, my friends... And my freakin independence.

I miss my hairdresser. God, that woman was a genius. And I need her now.
I miss real sunsets, and cocktails watching those sunsets, preferably by the beach.
I miss those sunsets being at 9pm.
I miss the beach.
I miss real steaks, and gemsquash, and Boerie rolls at midnight on Long Street, and peppermints crisps, and Creme Brulee.
I miss Joburg and The Shack and the Cornerhouse and little drum 'n bass holes and fab new clubs.
I miss Royale and Zero and 5Flies and, sadly Debonair's Pizza.

Mostly, I miss not being Fuckin freezing all the time. And I'm tired of always, always being the foreigner, the outsider, the one who is stared at, talked about, and Different.