After three years of painfully waiting I went home during the holidays. It was the first time in my life I was away from Japan for this long, and in many ways I was starting to feel a sense of nervousness about going home. But as soon as I landed I was giddy. First things first, I took a bath (Japanese bath tubs are the BEST, hands down!) From experience, I know being home for 2 weeks sounds long, but it always flies by. I tried my best to use my time wisely. The first 2 days I dedicated to rereading old comic books (all 30 of them). I went to the supermarket with my mother, and bought practically everything I saw. I met up with old friends, and picked up conversations right where we left off years ago without missing a beat. Every day at 5pm, the chimes went off, playing one of my favorite Japanese songs "Hometown". As I listened, I reflected in contentment on the beautiful childhood I was given. As I feel every time I am home, I felt fulfilled. In the end, home is my favorite place.