|Not so lost anymore.|
Exactly three years ago, I arrived in Japan. In Nagoya, to be precise- it would be my first, temporary home before moving by myself to the rice fields of Shikoku.
I remember every single detail of that day- what I was wearing (a navy dress and black tights), what I did upon arrival (a most exciting convenience store visit and raid), what I ate (my first week's diet was entirely based on sushi, vitamin water, and Pocky sticks). Furthermore I also remember exactly how I felt at that time: ecstatic, lighthearted, euphoric, a bit scared, and mostly happy. Something I cannot describe to other people, but a feeling I'll forever remember.
I always promised myself I'd leave Japan whenever I stopped feeling that way. Of course, after living here for three years, it's not something I feel constantly, but every so often it pops up and it reminds me of how much I love it here.
Things have changed so much over the past three years, I feel like a completely different person. I love where I am now and what I do here in Tokyo, and I love my friends and the life I've built for myself. I miss my family and friends back home every single day, but somehow Japan has become more than just a stint trying something different- it turned into real life.