The last day in Canada.
It was so long and short moment but at least I would say it was the most precious experience and time in my life ever and this fact would never be changed forever.
I have told about my leaving only to a French kids and parents.
At that time, I thought, the manager would dislike me to inform the truth to everybody.
Now I reglet about it.
I should, I should have told the truth to all of them.
They the French family gave me a hug and I almost started crying.
Yesterday, I went to a sushi-bar with Mr.J who is the closest friend in Canada.
We occasionally had a walk for a couple of hours, and one day he took me to a sushi-bar on Camby street.
And it was the last walking with him.
And in the night yesterday, I was supposed have another party with co-workers though there were nobody at the apartment when I visited, they were out.
I had been waiting for 15 minutes but they have never appered so I gave up for it and headed for the apartment and opened and enjoyed some cuns of beer with some residence in the apartment.
It was too big, too big occasion for me, which has changed me mostly possible in my life.
There has many hard times, there were no friends I used to hang out, when I had got a job sooner got fired, finally I had got a job but sometimes pushed as quasi-slave status.
But there were many friends to support me, who were co-workers, apaetment residences, language partners and so on.
It was so lovely place where I must visit again.