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So weird to be done with work. To have said your goodbyes and mataaimashous. I miss my kids, for a little time back there- I was their teacher and all there is is that hopefully I taught them something.

I want them to want to learn English. I want them to try and make lots of mistakes because it’s okay and I want them to travel and go outside of Japan.

That’s all there is, right? Hopefully- that you made a difference, even just a little bit.

2013

I will bury myself in books, I’ve missed reading. I will swim and run more, write more. Piano music has always made me cry- I want to learn again. There must be at least two new things I will try and learn again this year. I will seek out to do more things on my own be the strong version of myself.

On that trip, I learnt something very important. Escape through travel works. Almost from the moment I boarded my flight, life in England became meaningless. Seat belt signs lit up, problems switched off. Broken armrests took precedence over broken hearts. By the time the plane was airborne I’d forgotten England even existed.

-Richard, The Beach

Sometimes the igloo is magical and lots of times, it is not.

Who do I talk to to stop this madness? I was so grumpy this morning missing my flip flops I was throwing them violently at Japanese people in my head. Then I kind of laughed, cause it was way intense of a thought in the morning. I’m tired of the cold, it’s always cold… it never stoooooopssss. Neverrrr

*I’m not whining

When? When? When will you come spring? I’m a tropical weather kind of girl and I’m so sick of living in this igloo. It just feels so never ending now. 

I just miss my flip flops. And maybe I just miss other things too. It’s been over a year that I haven’t been home home.

It snowed last Friday. It put me in a much better mood- I’ve been feeling so crummy then. When I came into the teacher’s room, the teachers said I looked so happy and my hands were red that morning holding on to the student’s little snowmen and snowballs from the park without gloves.

Snow. Something just so lovely about it, makes me smile. It makes things beautiful- mountains powdered white, frosted cars and houses along with walking on the sidewalks- crunching with every step. Puffs of white smoke as I talk, despite the fact that it’s only here when it’s freezing cold- I really do like snow. The novelty is not lost on me yet- if ever that’s the temporary rationale on why I do. 


It’s still kind of weird that it’s 2013 now… It had its ups and downs but 2012— I cannot put into words how I feel. To say that you were damn memorable would be an understatement. 

Starting with Boracay that ended in Las Vegas and all the heaps of craziness in between. It was a summer-winter-spring-fall-winter whirlwind of emotions and drunkenness and being low and being high. On many firsts, on friends, on alcohol, on travel, on life.

Walk it off

I find myself taking new routes, different walks that take me to my destination here. I seem to have lost that extra something that Japan used to hold for me and in this way- it helps bring some of it back. To wander and turn into a different little corner and smell the most delicious aroma of you-don’t-know-what but it smells like the perfect ramen kind of thing.

I’m the kind of person who would say that it’s the people you’re with, not where you’re at. However, I can be by myself and I do cherish those moments when it’s just me and I feel so independent in that freedom of having that freedom- to have options and be able to do what I want.

I think I’m ready for a new adventure.

Saying this, having just been to my US trip with my friends and sister- you could say that I’m annoyingly spoiled… I’m not. You see, travel changes people- I believe in that. You never come back the same person that you were when you left. And when I got back here in Japan, painstakingly so, something has shifted- I don’t know what exactly but when my plane landed and I was woken by the Japanese lady seated next to me- it was all different. And in this continuing days- it hasn’t proved to be just an initial feeling.

I am left with lots of back and forth questions and that pressure to figure out what it is exactly that I want- what to do next, where to go?

I’m thinking Hawaii. The thought makes me happy, it has its pull, it feels right and if I did it- I’d have the satisfaction of knowing I did it for myself and not for anybody else cause it’s what I wanted to do. Me.

Still lots more soul searching to go, research, crossing my fingers for luck and finding genies to grant me my wishes- but there it is, out in the open- I’ve said it to myself, it has been brought out to the world-

Once more, I’m ready for something new.

Any day. Anytime now. Bring it. I am and will be ready for it.

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