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Hello World!

Hello - Hola - Magandang tanghali po - Konnichi wa - Zdravstvuite - Bonjour - Ken Ken Kabare!

So I'm not going to waste your time by saying blah blah this and blah blah that about me. But I will say "hello, how are you? I hope you're fine!" There. See ya.

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one giant suitcase

Best List

This is the list of what I've seen...

Favorite cities: Atlanta; Los Angeles
Cleanest city: Salt Lake City, Utah
Safest city: Nagoya, Japan
Best beach: Yucutan Peninsula, Mexico
Favorite pier: Redondo Beach Pier
Best ocean drive: Pacific Coast Highway, from San Francisco to Los Angeles
Best highway drive: Interstate 80 East across Utah toward Salt Lake; and Interstate 90 West across South Dakota --- truly, truly amazing & beautiful
Coolest street: Western Avenue in Los Angeles, the longest straight city street in the world (25 miles long).
Best park: the Badlands monument in South Dakota
Best animal sighting: bald eagle & baby eagle in Blaine, Washington
Best zoo: San Diego Zoo
Best mountain: Mayon Volcano, from Legaspi, the Philippines
Largest house: Evander Holyfield's mansion in Atlanta
Smallest house: Elvis's birthplace in Tupelo Mississippi
Best food: Yaki-niku (table-top barbecue in Japan)
Favorite zoo: San Diego Zoo
Favorite theme park: DisneyLand, Los Angeles

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i am free as a bird now

I am free from what you want. I am free from what you need. I am free what you are.

I love to drive. Really miss it. Now that I live in Japan I don't drive. I take a train everywhere or ride my granny bike. But I was once free. That's what's great about America. Driving fast. Driving free. In my car.

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from my balcony

My hometown, Nagoya

Nagoya Japan is my new hometown. I don't know how much longer I'm gonna live here. This is the fifth place I've lived. Beginning in Atlanta, then Los Angeles, Bellingham, and San Francisco. Now this tiny metropolis in Japan. It's unbelieveable how different it is here in Nagoya, in Japan. If you've lived in Japan, you understand what I mean. Many foreigners come and go. A few stay. I'm sort of at that 'in between' stage. Not sure if I'm coming or going. For those of you who've lived outside your native land, maybe you can understand the supreme intoxication of living abroad. Yet somehow the call of your homeland is always inside your head, maybe pushed to the back a little, always calling your name. Sometimes you hear it when you're walking down the street. At other times you see your former city in a movie, and you measure your current self not by what you are today, but by where you were when the movie was made. "Was I in LA then? What year was that? No, I was already in Japan. But what if I would've stayed?"

The one who stays never really knows what is out there. The one who leaves always wonders what might have been, and memories, fading memories of what was, oh how wonderful it was, and how wonderful it still could be, remain with you always.