New life, new job, new nails. It seemed fitting.
I will be entering the weird limbo of no-man’s-internet-land for the next X amount of days.
I’m packed. The walls of my room are bare. My desk is clean. My bookshelves are organized. And my closet looks like it’s lost a lot of weight in a short amount of time.
I’m not scared, but my heart’s beating really fast. I remind myself “I’ve done this before”, but this time seems more significant. I’m finished with school; This is an actual job- not a post-college grad trip.
There is no easy way to convey the bucket of emotions I’m holding on to: excited to be back in Japan, nervous about how I’ll perform my job, and a much more profound sense of sadness this time around to be leaving my family, friends, and pets.
Sometime in the past 2 years, I grew up, but I never noticed it until now.
I think the only way to close is to say that wonderful (usually overused) Japanese phrase:
頑張ります
“I will persevere”.
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