The final day’s only plan was going home. Our flight was at 10:55 a.m., so we got up, packed, and set off. It was a Tuesday, a workday, and the subway was crowded, but luckily we had plenty of time and boarded after letting just one train pass. As before, we took the subway to the domestic terminal first, then transferred by shuttle bus to the international terminal.

The international terminal at Fukuoka Airport was still under renovation. It was finished about a month after we got home—the photos look gorgeous, and we just missed it.

It started to rain in the Fukuoka area today. We were very lucky not to be caught in it—the weather had been quite nice the previous days.

Afterword

Our daughter made progress with eating this time—she could eat on her own in restaurants or eat alongside Mommy and Daddy, giving us a chance to rest a little and savor the local food. As for walking, it was just like Okinawa: she always wanted Daddy to carry her. I feel a little conflicted. Once she grows up she won’t want to be carried anymore, so I should cherish the time she’s still willing to let Daddy hold her; on the other hand, I worry—if she won’t walk on her own at all, then where’s the joy in traveling? Carrying her constantly is exhausting, and she often wouldn’t even let me sit down, so the fatigue frequently sparked conflict.

Next January we’re off to Hokkaido to see the snow. The weather will be even harsher—a real test for us. I hope our daughter will use her own little feet to explore the world a bit more.

Note: This article is translated from Traditional Chinese.