Miyazawa-kun is getting transferred to Osaka as of April, so we had a going away party for him. I showed up late because of some last minute insanity at work, so when I arrived everyone was well and good drunk.
Like all typical salarymen, Miyazaza-kun works hard and does what his company tells him. So, when they tell him to move to the other side of Japan for who knows how many years, he goes. 32 years old, and this will be the first time he'll be living on his own. Ever. I was giving him crap like "You do know how to wash clothes right?" but honestly, I'm worried. He's not a mama's boy or anything, but he's been living at home in the sticks for his entire life, commuting to school, commuting to work, commuting to the dojo, and he doesn't know a soul in Osaka. At least the people at his company seem cool so they'll help him out, and if he has any money he can come up to Tokyo every now and then. But damn, if my company told me one day to leave my family, my dojo, my life in Tokyo and go to Osaka for who knows how many years...well I guess I'm not Japanese after all.
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