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Yesterday saw the third (and fourth, if you count the midnight repeat) snowfall of the year in Tokyo. Shock and disbelief! This time it didn't stick, though there were still a few small patches left over from Sunday.

Yesterday also marked the one-year anniversary of my moving into my new life. One year ago, I accompanied my other to the airport, saw her off, then took the train to my new apartment.

It's weird to think it's already been a year. On the surface, things haven't changed all that much (once I left G, that is), but I have come a long way internally. Of course, that kind of stuff doesn't happen du jour au lendemain, so you don't notice the shift until you suddenly think to yourself, "A year ago, I was aching and sad, wondering what came next. How far I've come!" I still may not know what will happen next, but I've never been one to worry about such things. It'll all work out.

More fangirling

Prince of Tennis, ( now with screencaps! )

At any rate, after a while the dream shifted, and I was at a super-expensive spa with A-L, where we'd decided to get the cheapest treatment. It was some sort of facial, and they had us lie on our backs side by side on a weird double bed, which they tilted so that our heads were lower than our bodies, only we kept slipping toward the floor. When the treatment was over (I fell asleep during that time, and was mighty frustrated I'd missed out on enjoying the costly experience), the bed started bucking wildly up and down, allowing us to jump high enough to touch the ceiling. Unfortunately, we'd just pulled out our wallets, and the motions of the bed caused all our change to fly up into the air and scatter around the room. A-L and I were laughing uncontrollably at this, but the spa ladies were less than pleased.