Hello Kitty toilet paper

As i was sitting upon my toilet, wiping myself with pink Hello Kitty toilet paper, i began to ponder. I only have two weeks left in Japan, this country of the rising sun that has caused me so much joy and anguish, and has left the taste of vinegared rice in my mouth and the smell of shiso in my nostrils. Would i miss this place? Only time will tell, but i can safely say that there are a few people i may miss, as well as a few special places that have secured a place in my heart of hearts. I may also miss the broad and straightly pointed wings of the white heron as it sails over the treetops of Tokushima park in the early evening. And the delicately meticulous planning of Japanese strolling parks: the small stone walking bridge over the thinly cut stream, the carefully arranged piles of stones beneath the softly spilling waterfall, the revered and admired ancient twisted tree.
Today i will be cycling around the mountain i see from my window, Bizan. Friday i may visit a temple in the countryside with Ash. Saturday i will go hiking in the mountains with some friends and then spend the night in a temple, being served both dinner that night and breakfast the following morning, then go hiking some more the next day and finally return to the city by bus. I am very excited to wear a yukata, which is a thin kimono worn in nice weather and bathhouses, and i am led to believe i will be given one at the temple, perhaps for bathing purposes. For some reason, it's still fun to do Japanese things; they have not, in the seven or so months i've been here, fallen into the dark depths of mundanity.
Nothing seems like it will be mundane for quite some time now. I plan on enjoying this vibrant and new world as long as i can, and its pull will continue until well after i return home to New York.