60 days from today, as I write this journal entry, I will be sitting in a hotel in the middle of Tokyo awaiting the first day of Tokyo Orientation.
I seems like yesterday where I was looking at this countdown clock and it said 117 days till departure.
Then 100.
Then 90.
Now 60.
My parents got a bit choked up over dinner when I told them.
They admited to me that each day gets harder and harder.
I’m afraid of what they’re gonna be like once I leave.
This is a depressing post, have some childhood nostalgia: