Leaving Japan is often fun because it meant that we were off home for Christmas, or is more often the case, off to some lovely holiday in Asia. While I was going on holiday to Singapore and Malaysia, I was leaving Japan for the very last time. I cried badly, leaving Josh as his house, and leaving his apartement with his cute Tanooki at the door for the final time, and getting on the bus one last time. By the airport, I had myself composed at least. I handed in my gaijin residence card, and while it was holepunched, it was thankfully returned to me as a souvenier. And with that, I was off. For the final time. Japan is one of those countries that gets into your soul - it will always be a part of me!