Well, I can pretend all I want.
I love Princeton. I love it with all my heart. It has been my favorite place for the last three years and will be my favorite place for years to come. Princeton, you are the most aesthetically pleasing place I have ever lived. You know it and you flaunt it.
But I miss my people. They are not in Princeton and I miss them. Badly. This is where some of them are.
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So there, Princeton. You can be as aesthetically pleasing as you want, but that isn’t everything. I miss some people and those people live elsewhere. I love you but there is more to life than love.
You will keep me here for now. But I keep getting called out. And out. And out. Endlessly.
Why do you want to visit the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building in Shinjuku?
Who the heck lives there?
I need to get some paperwork done there and I am friends with the clerk.
Is that the same clerk that one day awoke in his bedroom in his family’s house only to discover that he had somehow metamorphosized into a giant tanooki?
Yes, it is. And then when his roommate opened the door, he asked with panic-stricken alacrity “Did this happen to you?”