We arose early, ate breakfast, and ordered a cab. What little food we still had left in our fridge we loaded into two grocery bags and left outside our kindly neighbors’ door. Despite our efforts to avoid disturbing them, they still got up to see us off. Good people are like that, dontchya know!
In 2013/14, I penned the passionate pages of Achira Iko! during my first visit to Japan for Oshogatsu, the Japanese New Year. At the end of that volume, I promised a sequel scheduled for the following year in which The Princess and I would move to Kyoto.
The flight was short, and we were soon landing in good ol’ weird assed Portland. Even if I hadn’t known the destination of our flight in advance, I could have guessed that it would be Portland by the sheer multitude of fruity looking damn-near genderless hipster kids clambering aboard.