It feels almost poetic returning to the same district we began our journey in. It puts into perspective just how much and how little we’ve done. We traveled to so many places: from Tokyo to Ichikawa to Utsonomiya to Osaka to Hiroshima to Kumamoto to Kyoto until we arrived back here to Tokyo. In a way it felt like this was us coming home, we knew the layout of the train station, the good spots to eat, where every arcade was and which one was the best. This relaxation came as a bittersweet feeling that even though this all felt familiar, we may never again come back here.

(Right outside the favorite arcade)
And so, with our final day, we spent it individually doing the things we each wanted to. For me, that meant another trip to the Pokemon Center in town. Funny enough, it was while there that I took a moment to look around and notice something that this whole trip was about. I grew up in Iowa, playing video games like Pokemon and finding familiarity and joy in those games’ worlds. Now many years later, I look around and see people of all ages from around the globe with a look of wonder and joy. In that moment I recognized that while I don’t speak enough of any of their languages to communicate with them, I already connected with them through this implied shared experience. For children experiencing the joy for the first time, to adults introducing their children to their childhood, to college students who’s just taking in just how incredible all this can be.

(Pictured: 22 year-old child)
And that’s really the summation of this entire trip: it was never just about a trip to Japan. It wasn’t about the food. It wasn’t about the arcades. It wasn’t even about the music we played. It was about the people along the way. We met people who opened their homes to us, people that showed a kindness many of us had not yet experienced in that way. We met students who were excited to learn more about schools in other parts of the world. We met the people that make not just this trip, but our lives meaningful. At the end of the day (and trip), it’s not about the places or things we did, it’s about the people we met there and the lasting impact that they may not even realize they had. An impact that will, in just a few short hours, come home with us across the ocean.


(Pictured: Some of the people that have made a large impact)







































