On the ferry to Miyajima, JapanThere are so few weekends left, and so many things I want to do: visit Kinkakuji, go to a Hanshin Tigers game, take a boat ride around Lake Biwa, finally get that tattoo of a paper crane. But there is furniture to sell, and flights to book, and visas to obtain, and countless books and souvenirs to pack, and clothing to sort, and goodbyes to say. On nights like this I just throw my hands in the air, make a cheese and pickle sandwich, and watch old episodes of The Sopranos.
I’ve always been a great believer in the idea that everything will be just fine. It’s worked out so far.