On March 16th 2001, I became a big sister to a beautiful set of twins.
So many years, so many days, so many thoughts, so much time.
It flows together like a puzzle, pieces are missing here and there, but I still function as a person.
Like good tourists, we went sightseeing in the country, and unfortunately, the thing I remember most of these trips was my own boredom and distress.
Thinking back, I am envious of my younger self, the chance to experience so much of the world but without having the appreciation for what its worth is hardly worth it.
It’s strange; I only remember the emotions sometimes, not even their causes.
Not everyday though did I get to enjoy the simple pleasures of the outdoors, sometimes I was just forced to play with toys. Being a teenager, my mind is most impressionable and vulnerable at this time.I try to make the right decisions, and learn from the wrong ones. I regret what I've done, and regret what I haven't done.I remember the food, somewhat, the milk tasted different, but not unpleasant after you got used to it, and I remember the Hanshin Man, selling rotisserie chickens in the street.I loved the smell of it; I could hear him crying his indiscernible (it was in German) appeals to buyers, and my mom would get a chicken and it was always delicious.Also, these experiences have left me with a captivation for foreign places, I want to see it again, experience it again, something new and different, exciting and romantic. I look back with so much longing, but I appreciate that I was there. But being so young, I have to forgive myself, and simply look back on my memories like the regretful remains of a paper carelessly tossed in the shredder. Something that remains, and I hope will always remain, vivid in my mind, is the castles.We saw quite a few of them, and I remember some of them from postcards, but others I remember up close and personal.I think that, although being long ago, my foreign adventures provided me with some insight into the world, and the pieces of my tattered memory are beautiful for the most part, and there is something I can appreciate in each and every scene.Some so vivid that if I was an artist I could paint it right now, flowing from my head straight onto paper.