{"id":415,"date":"2004-07-12T13:52:00","date_gmt":"2004-07-12T13:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/blog\/?p=415"},"modified":"2004-07-12T13:52:00","modified_gmt":"2004-07-12T13:52:00","slug":"tough-goodbyes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/blog\/?p=415","title":{"rendered":"Tough Goodbyes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We woke up fairly early Monday morning.  Kuniko has a day off, so she was planning on just hanging out around my place until I get off work at 10:30.  I got cleaned up and headed out the door in shorts and a T-shirt.  Today at school is the second half of the mini-sports day, so it&#8217;s casual dress. <\/p>\n<p>At school Mr. Hayashi and Mr. Komuri were raving about how well the dinner at Graciani&#8217;s went.  They both said that I missed out on a great opportunity, and they showed me pictures of everyone having a good time.  I stopped in later and asked the office lady how it went, and she said that it was excellent.  She even got a birthday cake from the staff. <\/p>\n<p>I hadn&#8217;t heard anything more about doing the recording job that my principal had asked me about earlier, but today I found out that I&#8217;ll be doing that on Tuesday.  This caused a bit of a problem, because by the time they figured out when and where it was, I was already out the door and heading home.  In the end, Mr. Hayashi called me at home to ask me to check with the principal, but I could tell he was curious.  He&#8217;s getting cut out of the loop on this one, and nobody likes it when that happens.<\/p>\n<p>When I got home, I got a warm greeting from Kuniko.  She had bought me a takoyaki grill!  What&#8217;s takoyaki?  Little balls of dough, cooked up with a little chunk of octopus inside, and then served with sauce and some mayonnaise.  They&#8217;re very good, and pretty popular in this area.  Now I can make them at home!  Kuniko fired up the grill and showed me how it&#8217;s done.  They turned out great.  She had bought a big chunk of octopus to cut up and put inside, and seeing that sitting on the counter was a real eye-opener.<\/p>\n<p>While we were preparing the takoyaki, I called my folks and chatted with them for a while.  Kuniko got on the phone with everyone, which was her first chance to talk to my family.  I think it went pretty well &#8211; Kuniko was really nervous, but she did just fine.  What do you say in a situation like that?  Maybe now the ice is broken and we can have some more chats later on. <\/p>\n<p>After a big lunch my phone started ringing, and I pretended I wasn&#8217;t home.  Instead, Kuniko and I went and took a nap that lasted almost three hours.  After the nap, we gathered up all our stuff, and headed to Sannomiya. <\/p>\n<p>Originally, that is, before the three hour nap, our plans were to do some shopping in Sannomiya, have dinner, and then I would go to my class and Kuniko would go home.  As it ended up, we skipped the shopping and did dinner only.  What a dinner it was!<\/p>\n<p>Kuniko suggested on the train ride over that we have dim sum.  I haven&#8217;t had dim sum in years &#8211; not since I was working for Synapta in Palo Alto.  Kuniko knew a place near the station, and since it was early we sat down without waiting and Kuniko ordered up some &#39135;&#12409;&#25918;&#38988; (all you can eat) dim sum.  The price was amazing &#8211; $15.  In a place like that, foreigners can really do some damage.  There was a big menu of different kinds of dim sum &#8211; you just tell the nice lady which ones and how many.  There was also noodles, dessert, the works.  Unbelievable.  Kuniko was ordering like a pro, and I was enjoying all the food.  It tasted great.<\/p>\n<p>After dinner we walked to the YMCA, and I showed Kuniko where my class was.  I saw some of my teachers walking around beforehand, and they smiled at me but didn&#8217;t really stop and chat.  I think they probably saw me with Kuniko and thought, &#8220;So that&#8217;s his motivation&#8230;&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Kuniko and I walked down to the end of the street, and we said our goodbyes.  I couldn&#8217;t believe how hard it was to see her walk away.  I won&#8217;t see her again for almost a month &#8211; it will be tough.  I&#8217;ve gotten used to looking forward to the weekends and knowing that she&#8217;ll be around soon enough.  I know people that are maintaining relationships over long distances &#8211; seeing each other only a couple of times a year, and here I am sweating it out over a few weeks.  <\/p>\n<p>Class went really well, and we are moving along quickly now.  I&#8217;m going to miss the next six meetings, so I&#8217;ll be playing catch-up big time when I get back.  Between that and the jet lag, I&#8217;ll have my work cut out for me.<\/p>\n<p>I got a message from Mr. Komuri &#8211; he wants to throw a going away party for me at his favorite sushi place.  I&#8217;ve been there once before, but a week after we were there the owner found out he had cancer and closed the shop.  Now he is opening it up for us because Mr. Komuri is a friend.  I hope he is careful with the blowfish sushi &#8211; that&#8217;s my favorite, but it&#8217;s also the most dangerous.  Just what I need &#8211; a sushi slicer that is looking death square in the eye.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We woke up fairly early Monday morning. Kuniko has a day off, so she was planning on just hanging out around my place until I get off work at 10:30. I got cleaned up and headed out the door in shorts and a T-shirt. 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