Ahhh, here we go. Really winding down now. I dropped someone off at the train station just like always, but couldn’t engage in my customary multi-hour bike ride around Tokyo – it was moving day. I lived in that apartment for 7 years, which is the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere, except my parents’ house, by a long margin. And if I think about it, we moved when I was 2 or 3, and again when I was 10, and I went to college at 16…so 7 years really could be the longest I lived anywhere. So it was a funny feeling to leave.
That’s the only way I can explain what I did. Just a little past the station is the McDonald’s. This would have been the first time I visited that McDonald’s; I’ve typically eaten something of theirs about once a year, and always breakfast at Narita on the way out of the country. Fat give you power, you know? Something like that. I just hit this big sandwich and headed for the park.
You can see that I’m already a bit unexcited about eating it. And that’s nothing compared to the weird feelings that followed.