Many of you know that I spent 5th grade in Tokyo, so I took a little time away from the team to check out my old house. Getting across Tokyo by myself on the train system was quite an experience – especially at rush hour! Fortunately, after much improvised sign language and broken Japanese, I found the neighborhood. Sadly, our big, western-style house is gone and has been replaced by five houses that rent for $5,500 – a month! Still, it was fun to see the playground where we spent hours playing, the American school we attended, and the big mound in the park that we used as a bike ramp (and where my sister, Rhandi, really skinned her knee one time). Ah, memories.
– Bobosan
alas, one more instance to confirm the adage, You can’t go home again…
by the sound of the activities of you happy few, aside from holding my little Savvy, I’d love to be there with you….prayers go up on the way to church this morning
sorry Bobosan. tear.
I’m just so impressed you actually got there and back on your own without ending up on a train to Kyoto!
Love, Mom