|I haven't changed much in 4 years|
Maybe except the fringe.
It's November, which marks my anniversary living in Japan. It's now been four years, which seems insanely long, yet very short. I still remember every single thing about that November morning, when I left Montreal, feeling excited but terrified for the most part. Everyone had warned me: it was a bit nuts to leave all by myself to go spend a year in rural Japan, where it would get so lonely, but my mind was set on doing this, and I did.
What was meant for a year turned into four, and I'm still here, now in Tokyo. Life is completely different than it was four years ago, and I mean completely. Yet I'm still the same person, I still get excited over the small things and the beauty of Japan, and although the stressful city life of Tokyo has somewhat tarnished my rose-tinted glasses at times, I love this place and leaving it would break my heart.
What started out as a wild adventure in the rice fields turned into real life, a stable job, an apartment of my own, a relationship, and lifelong friendships. Japan is my home, but Montreal is still my home- can I have both?
This weekend, I'm escaping (literally) to Shikoku, to the very place where I made my first steps in Japan. I will re-visit Marugame, the lonely train station, the nostalgic train jingle, the roads where I rode my bike at midnight just to buy a mango, and the cafe where I spent countless hours thinking and talking about life. And this time, I get to share this part of my life and show my first home to my Tokyo boy.
I can't think of a better way to celebrate my anniversary in Japan.