Today i got an allergic reaction from licking 7 stamps.
My neck, chest and arms went red and were covered in tiny bumps. Itchy ouchy.
There was also an incident with some flies on the balcony. I won't go into it... but let's just say I had to be a hero.
Matt infiltrated the book I'm reading. He offered to read me my book to help me sleep one night ... he got into it, and now I'm not allowed to continue reading it unless he's there. The book is Tokyo Vice.
I'm on a train and this sleeping guy next to me is way too close.
I honestly don't enjoy going around and saying goodbye to people - it feels so serious and official. The good part was that getting married and moving back to the UK with Matt was a very legit (and honest) reason to quit, so I had a happy, well-honoured goodbye.
Nothing cringey and awkward like when everyone knows you're leaving because you hate it there and want to see them all burn in hell.
I had a lot of free time in my last few weeks at work. After I told my boss I would be leaving in January, he stopped assigning me much work, so I had a lot of time to ponder.
I am still (and probably always will be) somewhat lost and unsure of what to do with myself. I realized that so much of my twenties has been spent thinking about boys and my friends, and going out, listening to music and having fun. Now finally, I have at least my social and love lives figured out, and really need to focus more on developing some skills I can be proud of, and finding a career path to follow. It's a little embarrassing that I'm so behind on that front, certainly taking a (what will be) 5-year long "gap year/life" in Japan hasn't helped - but hey, I've definitely had enough great experiences here to know it wasn't a total waste of time.
The daunting thing is that many of my friends and family members who were in the same life-confusion boat as me when I left Japan, have really figured things out over the last few years. I am proud and excited for them - but I really do feel that I lack the "passion project" to push me into my own.
Trying to understand what I'm passionate about and what I should focus my energy on, remains one of my hardest challenges. I envy those who know their "thing" - I wish I knew mine.
