For a while now, I’ve been feeling like I’m meant to go live in Japan for a while.
This is probably going to be my last best chance for a long time, but I have some reservations. More than anything, I just don’t want to say anymore goodbyes. (Certainly not to my incredible climbing, drinking, baking, Gaga, yoga, and crafting buddies.) Funny, this was never really an issue before.
I spent the better part of the last six years trying to get the hell out of Seattle (I did pretty well, too). I was antsy and dissatisfied with life. I wanted to see the world and start over, be a new person. How fucking naive. What’s that saying again? “Wherever you go, there you are.”
Since coming back to Seattle from Korea, since starting to actually work (and work hard) towards something I care about, since getting out of a relationship of convenience and comfort, since making new friendships and re-kindling old ones – I’ve never been so happy. Would I really risk this new-found sense of contentment?