Today I’m housesitting at my sister’s, so I took the chance to watch her TV, since I haven’t got one at my place. Decided to watch some Japanese TV since she has cable. I realized I could barely pay attention to the plot. I also can’t finish reading “Wagahai wa Neko desu”. I started it in Japan, and since I got back I can’t read more than five pages of it. I also don’t study the language anymore, even though I promised I would keep on trying.
I realized today that doing these things triggers a flood of memories about Japan, and I also remember that I’m not there anymore and won’t be going back anytime in the foreseeable future. The memories, they’re wonderful but the wistfulness I feel… well, an English word is lacking, and I think the Portuguese term “saudade” fits best for what I’m feeling.