"It's so hard, to say goodbye, to yesterday"

This is a shot from the day I left the Wakakusa dormitory.
Despite the fact that I was a rebellious, troublesome, crazy foreigner - Uehara exercised great patience as my dorm mother.
She lovingly took care of me that awful time I was in the hospital, scorned me sternly but fairly when I broke curfew (again and again) and still treated me like a friend in our many Janglish late night conversations. For as different as the two of us may be (she is a mousy, married, Japanese dorm mother - I am.... well, I am MO!) we formed a great relationship of mutual respect and humor.