Thursday, July 15, 2010
Breakfast on the train
Those little pre-made peanut butter sandwiches look delicious, but they're not! It's not real peanut butter! Only a sweet, peanut-flavoured cream substance.
A few days ago, Isabel and I were discussing the blogging world, how everything always seems so perfect and fun for other people: scrumptious meals, stylish clothes, exotic trips, lovely dates and wedding cakes. My friend Vanessa also brought up this issue a while ago. It made me think, do I also give out that image of perfect fun and exciting living abroad conditions?
Honestly, this past week I've felt like I've gone crazy. CRAZY. Completely suffocating in this place that is so isolated and rural. Having a hard time breathing properly in this humidity blanket. My usually cozy studio apartment feeling more like a cage. Heavy rainfalls for five consecutive days. Grey and run down little Marugame. Wondering what I'm doing here, and where I'm heading next. Dreading the next few weeks, when all my closest friends here are leaving Japan... for good. Lots of worrying over small and big things.
I've realized that you have to be slightly crazy to throw yourself in this kind of adventure. Overall, the fun times definitely outweigh the bad times, and all those fun little trips and exciting Japanese weirdness make up for the loneliness, isolation, and frustration that come with living in a foreign land. Cheers to all my friends who have lived abroad, who have survived the madness of a place you don't always understand, and don't really belong.
I still feel so fortunate to be here and be experiencing this adventure. And luckily, I'm surrounded by amazing people whom I've developed close friendships with, and fun fun little trips are coming up very, very soon!