Dear Japan,
I’m sorry it didn’t work out between us…trust me when I say that it’s not you, it’s me. It was just time for me to leave. The thing is, the whole time I was there, I was in love with another country. One that has sunshine and tacos and tequila and mariachi music. I wish I could say that I grew to love your sushi and rice and j-pop and chu-hi in the same way, but I just didn’t. Actually, chu-hi is pretty awesome. I’d keep that.
Please don’t take this the wrong way, I mean I have had some good times with you. You’re a beautiful country with a lot going for you; you’ve got great style and truly spectacular hair. I’m sure another geijin will come along who will be swept off her feet by you. One who will love your temples and bullet trains and koi ponds, who can truly appreciate your art and read your kanji (or katakana, or hirakana), who adores electronics and anime and manga and cute toys and Disneyland with every inch of her soul, the way it should be.
As for me…well it’s time to move on, and I hope we can both do so with no regrets and only fond memories. Don’t ever change, Japan – especially not your random English translations, seriously, that’s my favorite part about you. Oh, but if you quit that bad habit of 5 a.m. earthquakes…it would probably be all right, it’s kind of not that cool.
Hello Kitty hugs + kisses,
Nikki
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