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When my plane touched down in San Francisco, the city's skyline shimmered in the late afternoon haze.
The air smelled faintly of the ocean, mixed with something warmer like anticipation itself.
I wasn't just here for classes. I was here to live, to feel, to taste.
The student dorms were small but comfortable, and from my window, I could see the hills rolling toward the bay.
It was so different from Tokyo, louder, more colorful, more open.