Three

Nine months down, three more to go.

Three months is nothing because two months goes by just like that and then the last month doesn't really count. It's like I'm done when you look at it practically. Just like.

Not that things are bad or anything, but it'll be nice to be home. I wonder if I'll experience reverse culture shock. What will I miss? What will I notice?

In two weeks I'm going to the mountains. Two weeks later I'm going to Tokyo. A couple of weeks later I'll go south to Busan and/or another interesting city called Gwangju or something. And then I'll be getting ready to head off to the winners of the traveling poll which are... Cambodia, Vietnam, and Laos. Should be a thrill for us all. Or at least me.