Perhaps the future posts in this thread will bring the funny. I am going back to Japan to teach English after all. And again, I'll be the only English teacher at the place. Things will be a little different this time though so lord only knows what kind of hilarity could ensue. This time I'll have a fiancee over there. This time I'm not exactly working for an English conversation school. However, for this first post I can't help but post something of a different nature before I try this shit again.
Last time I went, I did it for the hell of it. I'd just graduated, decided I didn't want to teach in a high school as I'd been planning, and ran away to Japan. When I got back from Japan, I almost immediately wanted to go back. Was it reverse culture shock? Maybe it was just that I didn't feel finished with Japan yet. Eventually it became because I planned to live there again permanently. Planned on it but wasn't sure if I wanted to. I decided after careful consideration and discussion that giving Japan a long term shot would be the best and currently most doable plan. So for a good year now it's been the plan but nothing but a plan. Suddenly I'm a few days out and it's feeling much more real.
It was a sobering moment tonight when I started going through my wallet to take out cards and things I won't need over there. It hit me that fuck, I'm planning to live over there the rest of my fucking life. Really? What about my family? My friends? My country? My CD collection? My other shit? This is huge. Fright, apprehension, and melancholy hit me like a ton of bricks.
So I guess I'm basically just having another Oh Shit, Wtf Am I Doing™ moment.
Oh fuck.
Last time I went, I did it for the hell of it. I'd just graduated, decided I didn't want to teach in a high school as I'd been planning, and ran away to Japan. When I got back from Japan, I almost immediately wanted to go back. Was it reverse culture shock? Maybe it was just that I didn't feel finished with Japan yet. Eventually it became because I planned to live there again permanently. Planned on it but wasn't sure if I wanted to. I decided after careful consideration and discussion that giving Japan a long term shot would be the best and currently most doable plan. So for a good year now it's been the plan but nothing but a plan. Suddenly I'm a few days out and it's feeling much more real.
It was a sobering moment tonight when I started going through my wallet to take out cards and things I won't need over there. It hit me that fuck, I'm planning to live over there the rest of my fucking life. Really? What about my family? My friends? My country? My CD collection? My other shit? This is huge. Fright, apprehension, and melancholy hit me like a ton of bricks.
So I guess I'm basically just having another Oh Shit, Wtf Am I Doing™ moment.
Oh fuck.