seven hundred and thirty-one

2 years, 731 days...

Since my plane landed in Narita Airport, Japan.

731 (732) days, since I met people that had changed my life forever.

I MISS JAPAN SO SO MUCH I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START.

That place was magical.

Those people that went there with me were magical, those people I met there were magical, that little square townhouse was magical, that bath tub was magical, those kids there were magical, those golden trees along the roads were magical, the green garbage trucks with Hello Kitty's head were magical, Tokyo Disneyland was Magical with a capital M, that haunted hotel beside Narita Airport was magical, those cup noodles that made us so sick was magical, that flight back that was 80% going through turbulence was magical...

I can write a freaking book about this.

I just wanna express how much I want to go back to Oyama again.

I'd give up shopping in Tokyo or skiing in Hokkaido for Oyama.

I'm really really sure about this.