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Dakota has actually gotten tired of going so many places. Maybe it’s cause I’m a country boy, maybe I’m just not the kind of person to travel like I have been. But I am glad now, there are no plans for trips in the near future.

The move has changed a lot of things. I don’t want to compare the last and current host family, but I feel more at home here. Maybe it’s cause there are people closer to my age (although still quite far away) or a little more ‘nuclear’. Yeah, I think that’s it. However, i am grateful for all the places and things I was able to see with my last host mom too.

I know I’ve been a little lazy when it comes to blogging (among other things), but I haven’t really had the will to write anything worthwhile. I would think of something good I could write, but then it would slip my mind or be good enough for a few sentences. I have lived through too much schooling to dare write in disconnected paragraphs, but I have a duty to fulfill to those who have made this happen and those who support me through this. And I know I am being supported, if even by mere thoughts. I get an average of about fifteen views a day, which may just be my mother fifteen times a day but I don’t think so.

For instance, let me tell you a little story, but you must read it with the utmost objectivity. This culture is different from the American one, and in some respects seems less developed. The other day my host father asked my host brother, Yoh, to go to the store and get cokes, some snacks, and two packs of cigarettes (possibly the one thing I wouldn’t like about the family, but I don’t really mind that much). Of course, I’m much too used to odd things now, and was more humored than surprised. You know those books about the forties where the same thing goes on between father and son and the son is so happy because the father is entrusting him to do something adventurous or something like that. Of course there are laws against selling to kids, but things work a little different here. Enter vending machine; to him, cigarette card. A pretty smart way to go about it, methinks. So dad gives the kid 1000 yen and a little laminated card and lets him off, excited to be able to run an errand for his father. And I get coke.

So in retrospect it was more than a few sentences, thus I have proved myself wrong. However I am spent for writing, for lack of a good memory and the fact of it being past midnight. But that aside, I feel a little better having made an attempt at fulfilling my duty.