I can tell that this month was the end of the school year as there were only 4 posts and one of those I have just trashed.
The end of a school year for a teacher is intense, reports and events, general end of year stuff. This would be the first summer going home from Japan and my mum would not be there. It would mean living with my father alone for the first time in my life. It would be weird for a long time. At this point, I had not reached home, but was enjoying the last days of summer in Japan.
That might be the fewest posts I have made in a month since I started this blog.