It has now been three months since my partner and I left Adelaide to move to Japan. Three months. It’s weird to even consider because it feels as if we have been here much longer, but it also feels as if we got here a few weeks ago. So much has happened in that time. I’m now on my second job. We’re in our second apartment. We’ve gotten used to paying our bills and navigating day-to-day life in a city where we speak the language only well enough to order McDonald’s fluently (and, even then, if the worker speaks too quickly, I slip up every now and then). I never expected to feel home sick. Truthfully, I don’t. But I do miss certain things.