Cold, Soup, Snow

It has been so cold out the apst week that I have not even wanted to leave the apt. That is, until my room mate took all his furniture out and moved to his other apt in Philly. Giving me no advance notice what so ever. Not that I care what he does with his stuff, because it is his stuff. Can't tell him what to do with it. But would have liked atleast a few days advance warning so I could have gotten furniture down there sooner. Instead I will have to live a week with no furniture. Is that not insanity? Not to mention he left a huge mess and did not clean it. Left mud all over the floor. How considerate of him...douche.

I took a job working for a restaurant in NY famous for making delicious soup. I will be the manager of one of their locations in Manhattan. It is a small chain with branches only in NYC. Wonder if I could get them to move to Japan...would not need a college degree then. Could be an intra company transfer visa, an intriguing option. In the meantime I have 6 weeks of training left. Yikes!! But it is paid training, so I don't care. PAY ME! I NEED MONEY! I AM POOR!

They make really good soup though. I have been hooked on it the past week due to the cold, shitty weather.

It is going to snow quite a bit this weekend. First big storm of the year. I am not all that thrilled. The temp outside is now minus 3 F, or minus 20 C. Good stuff. Will someone please kill me?

I still gravely miss Tokyo and all of my friends there. I will miss it until I return. This is not some passing thing, or some cute obsession I have. I really just want to live in Japan. I don't even need it to be Tokyo...I just want to live in that beautiful country. I was so happy there, despite all of the problems I had. The good times were the happiest of my life, and unless I return there they always will be. Who cares about earthquakes? Part of the risk. No worse than walking through JC at 3am. You could just as easily be shot and killed in a large American city as you could be killed by an earthquake in Japan...I bet if I looked it up the odds would be more against me dying in an earthquake. I might be wrong, but I doubt it.

Most of all I miss Miho, the love of my life. The girl I still see in my dreams, and everyother time I close my eyes. Even if just to blink, I see her beautiful smiling face, hear her sultry singing voice, and can sometimes even feel her body next to mine in my sleep. She is my missing piece. Read the poem of that name by Shel Silverstein to see what I mean. In her I found my missing piece. Now I must find her all over again. I will not let her give up on me when all I want is to provide her with the life I know she deserves. Not the one I gave her before. She told me I will have that chance. If I fuck it up I will never forgive myself.

I love you shnookums.

To me you will always be the most beautiful girl in the world.

Inside and out.