So while I was walking to school thinking about a certain bald man, while looking at Huis Ten Bosch, I was hit with this strong feeling of nostalgia.
なつかし, I thought, before I realized I was feeling nostalgic about a place in Japan. It’s only been three months and I’m already thinking back on memories from a place I haven’t even left yet. The idea was a little bit sad. I realized I was going to miss my time in the Nagasaki area and being a student at Nagasaki International University. But although this trip will end, maybe a part of me still hopes I’ll get to see the friends I’ve made again.
