A Sad Day for Gunma

It's a sad day for Gunma day. Or actually, Friday is, but for me, it's today. Kingsley is going home to Nigeria. It's quite sudden, but his mother is really sick and his family needs him. He said he may come back to Japan, but when and if he does, he has no desire to return to Gunma (but maybe Tokyo).

I'm so sad. Of course I feel badly for him and his family. I wish him hope and luck with his mother... but I am sad myself to lose him. He has been a really good friend to me over the last year, really kind and always ridiculously generous. Most of all though is that we understand each other, you know? There's no BS. We can laugh together, bitch about our jobs together, work together, play together, and it's just... easy to get along. Natural. I think that is pretty rare. Especially for me, I have trouble connecting with people. So. He will be missed.

However!

I did tell him, if they stick me with all his classes at the elementary, I WILL hunt him down and kill him.

...

And that's all I have to say about that.

No 'Cheers' tonight.

Baer