It’s almost time for me to go back home, and I feel like eight weeks here went by way faster than I anticipated. I remember how long my first week here felt, and how I kept having second thoughts about spending seven more here in the middle of nowhere in Ibaraki, but I feel like this place has grown on me unlike anything else. Living in a village like this has been a unique experience that I will probably cherish for a long time.
I had the opportunity to dine with two Michigan alums last week, and we spent quite a while comparing how different Michigan was back in the 80s to now. It was nice to hear a ‘go blue’ again, and they told us we should make the most of our college experiences because the years slip by.
Work has become slightly monotonous now, and I find myself looking forward to returning home more often than not. I finally got to experience what it was like to actually be part of the brewing team that makes the beer from scratch, which was something I had been looking forward to doing since I got here. I have also gotten to explore Tokyo a lot more over the long weekend last week, and also managed to finally eat some Kobe beef, which more than lived up to my expectations.
It’s hard to believe that I have only one more weekend left here in Japan, but at the same time I’m glad about all the memories and friends I’ve made here, and I will definitely be coming back here again.