Random days

It’s been about two years since I’ve been back to Japan. I still remember the first time I arrived here. I was confused, but amazed. Limited in my Japanese, I struggled, but relished in every moment. There was something special about realizing one of my life-long dreams to travel to Japan. And indeed, from that moment, I vowed to return, and return I have. 

And yet, when I walk out of the airport a bit more than week ago I felt almost nothing except morose about what I had left behind in Korea…And perhaps, that may be the only reason. Or maybe, it’s because of how poorly I did on my placement test. Who knows? At this point, all I want to do is just go back in time and rediscover that fresh sense of wonder and amazement of when I first step onto Japan. I know I’m fortunate beyond belief to be doing what I’ve done in the last year, but for some reason, I’m kind of tired. For some reason, I yearn for a night of pizza, soda, and mario kart with my friends. Or better yet, we can just hit Denny’s and talk in all ridiculous manners about zombie apocalypses and the mysteries of the female mind. 

In some ways, traveling is a lot like a relationship. If you go for a week or two, you can have a nice fling with the country, tastes its foods, and explore all of its regions. But stay long enough, and you become attached. And like all relationships, it takes a toll on you. Sigh. Maybe it’ll be better in a few months, but right now I’m a bit lost again.

spice of life

I have this irrational anxiety that since things have been going so well for me lately, something bad is bound to happen. Weird but oh well. All I have to worry about now is finishing my professor’s translation assignment and this:

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