it's funny how we like to keep things to remind us of what we would never have forgotten anyway. these build up, the detritus of life:
- my call papers from 2007, ostensibly filed by my pupil master - the (french) notes from my civil law obligations class on exchange, dutifully highlighted and annotated - the newspaper advertisement of the very first takeover i worked on - the russian visa stuck in my passport - the "priority" baggage tags from SQ and Qatar - maps of foreign cities, left in forgotten places in my suitcases - train tickets, metro passes, airline stubs to places like paris, oslo, barcelona - a song that always brings me back to you - notes for the JLPT 2 that i never took
it's hard to leave a place you've known for a long time, people you care about. it's hard to move on. but now, i know, this is the right thing to do. i believe it.