I am currently returning home, and I very much want to stay here. Japan was an unforgettable experience, and I would love to come back here again. All the temples we went to were beautiful, and Tokyo was amazing, but those pale in comparison to the homestay. We were able to stay with a host family to 3 days, only relying on our Japanese. Both my host brother and I had trouble with communication, and we would always get a bit frustrated, but we made it though, and made an outstanding bond. He was as kind as he could be, and his family tried to make me feel as comfortable as possible. At one point, we were able to go to the grandparent’s house, which was very traditional. The grandmother bowed to me, and I accidently bowed to her outside of the house where one takes off one’s shoes. It was a bit awkward, but it’s ok. The food they made me was spectacular, and I reminded the mother of this constantly, and when I said it for the last time in my speech, I nearly broke down and cried, and I guess she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Those goodbyes were as hard as goodbyes to my real family.