Making light of yesterdays, what I pay much attention to is brilliant tomorrows. And, I’ve set dreaming highly above nostalgia so that even a hazy or misty page of my future makes me tearing a colorful past out of my life very well.
One day in the end of 2007, it was my phone that turned over my life. A text message from my friend to invite me to the reunion party. I don’t know the reason why. Why did I feel happy and answer “Yes, I’m coming”? Just two words, Reunion Party, made me dreaming it to be fun somehow. I didn’t remember all my classmates in my junior-high school in that I was no interested in yesterdays.
Sleeping and Rising maybe 6 or 7 times from then. On 5th, I finished my work as soon as possible, and I got ready to go to Fukuoka about noon. However, I had to stay home till 3 o’clock then went out to the station. Unfortunately, I missed the shinkansen that I wanted to get on. Without any other option, I waited for the next one, feeling excited more and more. My lost footprints, I thought that they were no longer what I could see, but the evening warm and red sunlight that I looked at in the shinkansen taking me home lit them up sweetly.
Let me ask the time to use “Fuck!” or “Shit!” I don’t understand the using of such words, including an adjectiv-ish “fucking”, correctly because I am Japanese. But, here I try to write one. When you see the reduction of trains bound for the station near the very destination, you will say like me―
Fucking Shit!!!!
So, I was late. But, everybody there said “Ohh, here he comes, Ike-chan” immediately I got in the bar. The nickname that I’ve not been called lately was used there naturally so that I felt a little strange. Upsetting me a little, I soon recalled them by sight and by name, even some that I 100% forgot before the contact.
Some changed themselves completely.
Some still remained their air.
Just… all in all, only I tended to erase them to settle my whole attention right on my future though there were lots of footprints there that we made together, running and talking.
Like making THE memory together, we spent time till the sun rose.
Even though time went by, this town lacking of fun spots were not changed. I felt so severely. After-after-party was a restaurant for family. Woops!
For me, this party was the hardest one that I ever. But, such a hard one that I called the reunion party and that made me exhausted a lot carved a footprint of Nostalgia in my mind strongly and deeply.
Anyway, one night only trip… Shinkansen, Drinking, Singing, Eating, Shinkansen was the style of party that I never want.
