I​ can't say I was sorry to leave Osaka, but only because we were there for nine weeks, which was the perfect amount of time for us to spend there. 

But I am definitely NOT sorry to have left our last apartment because it A) had the worst stairs of death I've ever seen and B) I hit my head so many times I was starting to worry I'd get a concussion. 

Before you say, "Gee, Michael, just be more careful!" let me hasten to point out that our last apartment had three lamps I had to duck to avoid and five different entryways. 

I challenge you to remember to duck every single time! 

Honestly, I hit my head so many times -- and pretty hard, at that -- that top of my head was bloodied and bruised that when Brent got a look at it, he freaked out a little bit. 

As a friend says, “Japan is no country for tall men! Or women!”

Anyway, that's just our apartment, which wasn't great. The rest of Osaka definitely was and here's our newsletter all about it!