Today is October 28th. Which pretty much marks me having been in Japan for 3 months now. Three months. I can’t even begin to conceive where that time went. I’ve lost about 10 kilograms, or 22 pounds. I’ve improved my Japanese, I think. Not too sure on that one but that’s kinda hard to gauge. I’m still single, but I am dating so that’s something. My teaching has gone from never having done it to being able to manage, so I started with no where to go but up and I’m slowly getting better.
So everything seems to be going pretty damn well right now.
I’ll be twenty five years old in about a week and a few days. That’s hard to believe. I’m playing Secret of Mana right now, in Japanese, and if memory serves me correctly I was 11 years old when I played it for the first time. Fourteen years ago. Wow. Same age as some of the kids I’m teaching now. I wonder if I even knew back in ’93 that this game came from Japan. Maybe I did, but would I ever really think that I’d be sitting in Japan 14 years later playing the same exact game?
I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking as of late what I want to do with my life. I can’t answer that question. I let it bother me more than I probably should.
