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I didn’t think I would be returning to America until after I was done with JET and my travels, meaning November 2007 (yikes!). Around June last year I was beginning to really miss home. I also had a special someone I wanted to visit back in Boston. What can I say….I caved. I was bound for the motherland. Maybe there is something in the water in Hiroshima left over from the a-bomb or something…because somehow I booked a flight not to California, but back to Boston to visit Misha (see HK and Philippines blogs), bringing the Southeast Asian romance to the Western Hemisphere. Lucky me with parents that love me, they flew out to meet me as well, and I have a bunch of friends now in Boston, so I got to see more than just Misha. In addition I hadn’t been to Boston since I was in elementary school so it was going to be fun exploring the city all over again. To hell with all these excuses though, I was going home to America!!!!

Wicked Good Times Back in the Motherland

Casey Lary
2007-03-08 21:33:17

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We stopped at the MIT sailing house - we were going sailing! I was so excited, until I watched Misha as he tried to assemble our sailboat. Finally, one of the staff members came over and put the boat together for us. As he left he said to me "I hope you can swim." We set sail on a glorious Saturday afternoon on the Charles River. The wind was strong and Misha was doing pretty well, especially for only being his third time. Going with the wind was his strong point. We ran into trouble trying to go against the wind, and came very close to running into the bridge. I became a backseat driver trying to tell Misha what to do, which in turn only made things worse. All of a sudden, there was a gust of wind and before I knew our sailboat was tipping, tipping, capsizing in the dirty Charles River. I started screaming as I fell into the water. Misha claims he saved the day because he quickly swam to the back and stood on the rudder, pushing the sailboat upright, all the while I am floating in the scummy water. We were definitely causing a scene, especially when Misha would not pull me back into the boat and I screamed even louder. What a spectacle! We somehow managed to make it back to the
dock in one piece without hitting any bridges or other boats. By the time we got back we were almost dry so hardly any clues that we had fallen in the water!

That night we headed over to watch the Cal vs. Minnesota game with the Cal alumni club. We met up with my best guy friend, Adam Deromedi, at MIT. Now, I hadn't seen Adam since June the previous year. When I saw his figure in the distance I started sprinting towards him! It was amazing to see Adam! He is going to Harvard for grad school. At the bar I was denied and had to trek all the way back to MIT to get my ID. I hadn't been carded in 13 months! At the game we met up with my other friends Lauren and Christina. Like Adam, these girls are some of my closest friends...seeing them again for the first ...