This is the age I have been waiting my whole life for; it can be no other way- and yet I will feel I have left someone behind. I will miss family and friends, of course, but I will be able to write them, or perhaps they will read some of the junk I put up here. Rather impersonal and insufficient, but contact nonetheless.
I have a friend I cannot speak to once I have left, though. His name is Muu. He is my little bunnyman.
I will miss him deeply, though I wonder whether he will miss me. He seems clever enough to remember faces. Sadly I cannot shuttle him to Japan with me, but I doubt he’d be quite so happy without grass to run through. He will be in good hands in America, though. My family will inherit him. Perhaps he will still be around should I choose to visit…