So Golden Week is over. Maybe it's a good thing. Sickness for most of it, loneliness and isolation at its peak, mini meltdowns, cabin fever, and questioning myself and Osaka. Those days when you just want to hide under the blankets and not face the outside world. Oh, the roller coaster ride also known as living abroad.
But then I look back, and great things did happen amidst the meltdowns. Friends came to visit from Marugame. Walking and cycling the streets of Osaka late into the night. A jaunt to Kyoto, ever so magical. Korean feast. Stumbling upon new areas such as Minami Senba with my Japanese friend and regaining faith and excitement in Osaka. Knowing I'm not alone going through certain feelings towards this city and well, life. Cafés on rainy afternoons. Karaoke and margaritas. Lazy breakfasts outdoors. Working on new artistic projects. Long emails from friends.
Lost in Osaka. Maybe it was not so bad.
Living in Japan is like living in a bubble. Is it real life? Everything is intensified... it's exhausting.
It's the first time of my life I'm almost happy to go back to work.