Sunday, June 17, 2018

I'm Back - Part 2

Written on Sunday, June 17th @ the beach in Miramar Beach, FL ...


When I was in Japan I used to ...

I used to have quiet moments. I used to sit on the bus or on the train and think. I'd think to myself about all sorts of things: past, present, future. I'd think about what I was experiencing and how it was shaping me. I used to think to myself a lot, because I was by myself.

Now, my quiet moments are few and far between. I'm not alone anymore. I'm surrounded by family, friends, co-workers, and native English speakers. I spend my time differently.

I used to take pictures. I wanted to capture the scenes around me. Everything I was seeing was temporary. I wanted pictures to remember what it was like to live in Japan. I used to take pictures because I knew that I'd one day be nostalgic for the life that I was living there.

Now, I forget to take pictures or purposely choose not to. I'm so distracted by what's happening around me that I forget to snap a picture. And then, if I do take a picture I don't know where to put it or what to do with it. Taking pictures in Japan was easy because they were for me and my blog, but now, I don't know what to do with them.

I used to read signs in Japanese and English. I used to use Google translate to complete daily tasks: commuting, grocery shopping, going to the gym ... etc. I used to think and process every single thing that was going on around me.

Now though, I can understand everything and read everything around me, but it feels extremely foreign. When I look at a menu, I don't know where to start. I just see words. I have to make a conscious effort to focus. When I'm shopping, I freeze. I spend minutes staring at grocery aisles trying to decide where to begin.

I used to be independent.

Now, I'm learning to share.

I used to have a steady routine. My week days were spent working and at the gym. And my weekends were meant for Japanese conversation classes and adventures.

Now, I feel sporadic. Like I don't know where I'm going.

I used to know exactly what I was working towards and planning for.

Now, ... I'm starting to remember.

Leaving Japan was more difficult than deciding to go there in the first place. Living there is the most comfortable I've ever been. I truly loved those two years. For two years I let myself experience everything that came my way. I became less guarded and insecure. I was open and more honest than usual.

I was happy.

And I'm still happy, but it's a different kind of happy. It isn't the light hearted kind that I had. It's heavier and feels a little broken.

It's the kind of happiness that doesn't feel like it's completely mine. It feels dependent and attached. It's the kind of happiness that comes with a wake up call.

And that's what I'm doing. I'm waking up. I'm coming out of hiding. I've been stateside for 3 and half months. It seems longer though. I came back and hit the ground running. 

I took in every distraction that I could .... visits to see family and friends, bridal showers, baby showers, weddings, weekend trips and a brand new job. I tried to jump straight back into everything I had been removed from for two years.

And I wish I could tell you that I was thriving, but honestly, I've been treading. I've been buying time. I've been avoiding dealing with the heartbreak of leaving Japan.

A friend of mine could see what I couldn't early on. They understood that I needed a transitional period. They knew that I needed time to re-adjust. They knew what I didn't from the beginning. They knew that I needed time to myself first.

Because the truth is, I haven't been by myself since returning. I've constantly been surrounded by family, friends, co-workers, and English speakers. It's the complete opposite of what I had in Japan - it's crowded. And if you know me, you know that large crowds make me uneasy.

So I'm re-learning what it's like to live in the US permanently. I'm not just visiting during my breaks and living out of a suitcase anymore. 

I'm back. 

I'm really, truly back.

And being back means reacquainting myself with things I never used to think twice about, like ... grocery shopping, clothes shopping, online banking, watching TV, ordering at restaurants, driving, and tipping, ... just to name a few.

Being back is different. It's difficult and terribly bittersweet, but honestly, I'm glad I'm back.

When I initially set out to write this last post, I wanted it to have a status update that included my new goals, plan of action, and my career transition. I wanted it to show that I had re-adjusted.

But if you've read this far, you know that's not the case. And as much as it disappoints me, it makes me wildly happy to admit.

The truth is: I don't know exactly where I'll be or what I'll be doing in the next year, but I do know that I'm not going to hold myself back. I'm stepping out of my own way.

So as I finally commit to being back, I'll end with this ....

Japan gave me more than I ever expected. Because of it, I have memories that will last me a lifetime, relationships that I will always cherish, and a change in perspective that will continue to shape me. I'm so thankful for my Journey through Japan, but now it's time for my next adventure.

And this is what it looks like so far ...





See you in 2020 for the Tokyo Summer Olympics! 
じゃ またね!


XOXO,
M

I'm Back - Part 1

Written on Sunday, June 10th @ 45Central in Seaside Square, Santa Roasa Beach, FL ...


I knew that I'd eventually be writing this post. I knew this day was coming. However, what I didn't know is how terribly hard it would be and when it would exactly happen.

To say that I've had 'writer's block' these past few months would be an understatement. I've been going non-stop. I returned stateside at the beginning of March, and this is the first weekend where I've had time to sit down and be by myself. I'm not complaining though. If anything, I'm so thankful for the way the timing has worked out --- unbelievably thankful. 

These past three months have been a whirlwind.
Visiting family and friends. Flying to Phoenix, Houston, and South Carolina. Multiple trips to Montgomery, AL. A bridal shower, bachelorette, wedding, and a formal ball. Committing to hot yoga. Starting a new job. And learning what it's like to want someone and something around.
As hectic as I've let my life get, I'm so appreciative for it. It's been a distraction in the best sense. I miss Japan terribly. I miss it every single day. I still don't feel like I'm 'back'. I still feel like I'm supposed to be returning. I get these feelings of wanting to return and when they happen I'm immediately reminded that I don't have a return ticket.

I'm back.

I'm really back.

I know I sound like I'm about to run ... but I'm not. I'm actually staying. For the first time in, well, maybe all of my life, I'm staying -- at least I'm trying to.

I'm not saying that I plan to be in Destin, FL forever --- I have a long list of things I want to do and see. What I'm saying is that I'm not reverting to running when things get uncomfortable, which for me, means too comfortable and potentially stable.

So I'm working on staying ... staying consistent; staying open; staying honest. 

I know these next months will be a challenge. The distractions are fading and the newness is wearing off, but I plan on being here. I'm ready to practice staying. 

Last weekend I heard a message that resonated with me. It was definitely something that I needed to hear.  It was a message that talked about the importance of rest. They turned the word into the following acronym ...
Routine - develop a sustainable routine
Emotion - allow your emotions to be balanced
Sleep - let your body recover naturally
Time  - take time to stop and be present
I'm back.

I'm really, really, back.


XOXO,
M

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Returning Stateside

FUK  >  ICN  >  ATL  >  CHS

Here are the snapshots of my +32 hours of traveling with lounge access . . .











The process of coming back . . .

Monday, February 26th – Yahatanishi-ku Ward Office visit to sign formal change of address
Tuesday, February 27th – multiple goodbyes & last minute packing/cleaning 
Wednesday, February 28th – apartment move out & check into Montan Hostel in Fukuoka 
Thursday, March 1st – last full day in Japan [Hakata Station, Ohorikoen, 7-11, Dean & Deluca] 
Friday, March 2nd – early morning flight from Fukuoka International Airport [FUK > ICN > ATL > CHS]
Saturday, March 3rd - arrive to Charleston International Airport

I'm back . . . 

Sunday, March 4th - explore Charleston, South Carolina, USA
Monday, March 5th - drive to Destin, Florida, USA and unpack

Now what . . . ?

This past week has been far from blurry. I’ve been hyper-focused on my return stateside. Leaving Japan is much more difficult than coming here in the first place. There’s paperwork, ward office visits, pension forms, and specific ways to dispose of trash. The list goes on and on. 

And let’s not forget the goodbyes and ‘this will be my last time to do this/have this/see this’ moments. I think that those are the most difficult. I know I say that I’ll come back for the 2020 Tokyo Olympics, but will I really? I believe that I will, but it’s not guaranteed. 

As we all know, life happens . . . some things are out of your control . . . plans change. 

With that being said, I’m going to do everything possible to return. I’ve already marked my calendar and added it to my budget. I’m planning for it. 

There’s so much I want to say about my last week in Japan, but I think that if I start writing about it all, I’ll drown my laptop in tears. I’m also sitting in the Matina Lounge at Seoul Incheon International Airport as I write this, and I don’t want to ugly cry in front of the other travelers. 

So here are my shorthand notes in no specific order: 

Something borrowed – a pearl pin as a gift; chopsticks for my future; a lucky charm; polaroid pictures – instant memories; Japanese paperwork and romaji writing; one last 10k at Ohoriokoen; true en (good timing); Mikaera; 7-11 ATMs and SlowBar; Montan Hostel and inspired design; a new friend and refreshing conversation; all black UNIQLO; アイス コーヒー; picture perfect moments; guarded conversation turning into honest conversation; taxi rides; Nihongo hanashimasu; feeling like a princess; and an aside comment turning into something real and something I’ll never forget. 

In this past week I’ve laughed hard, cried a little, been in the moment, let myself relish in past memories, and been truly surprised. This week has been more than I could have ever asked for – honestly. 

And even though I’m returning stateside, it doesn’t mean that my Journey through Japan is ending. Like I said before, Japan has changed me and shaped in ways that are unknown to me yet. There’s still so much I have to discover. 

So for now, I’ll gather my thoughts and share one last post on what it’s like to be back. After that, I’ll press pause on Journey through Japan and hopefully resume once I make the 2020 Tokyo Olympics trip my reality. 


Until then . . .

XOXO,
M

Last 48 Hours in Fukuoka

After moving out of my apartment in Kitakyushu, I checked into the Montan Hostel in Fukuoka. I would recommend it - 10/10. I had a perfect stay. 

Here are the snapshots . . . 















XOXO,
M

Moving Out

On Wednesday, February 28th, I moved  out of my Japanese apartment. Even though it was bare like when I first moved in, it felt different. Instead of being filled with promise, the air was heavy with 21 months of memories. The kind of memories that made me soft smile and reach for my heart. I loved this apartment. I'll never forget it.














XOXO,
M

Monday, February 26, 2018

Goal: To be honestly polite

One of the biggest takeaways from my time in Japan is the desire I've gained to speak up for myself.

For two years I've lived in a culture that is undeniably polite. This is something I've come to greatly admire about the Japanese. It's one of the reasons that living here has been, and will always be, something I regard as comfortable.

However, once I made my decision to return stateside and not re-up my contract, I started to notice something about myself that I had been unwilling to recognize. I noticed that I had become an active participant in the politeness. And while I was proud of myself, I realized that by being polite I had let a lot of things, emotions, and feelings, go unspoken. I had kept them to myself because I was practicing what I learned in kindergarten which is, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all."

For two contract years I have been polite. At school, I always displayed the desired emotions: happy or hungry. Rarely did I stray from those two. Occasionally I was tired because I ran the day before, or I was sad because I would be leaving my students. Besides special occasions, it's safe to assume that I was either happy or hungry, and so were my students.

For two contract years I practiced thinking before speaking and being patient. These are two qualities that I'm proud to practice, however for a while, they were the only two things I was focusing on. Everything else was secondary.

And I believe that is why this blog has been so important to me. It's been something I've kept up consistently. Not only has it been a way for me to document my experiences and encounters, but also a way to express everything that I didn't let myself say out loud. It's been my voice.

And I as prepare to leave Japan, I am looking forward to being stateside and introducing my politeness to my honest voice. As I wrote in my New Year's post, honesty is my theme for 2018. So as I transition stateside, I'll be making a conscience effort to allow my politeness and honest voice to coexist. Staying true to what I learned about myself during my first corporate job, I am not a one sided person. I maintain my middle ground stance because harmony is high on my list of values.

And that is why I believe I will be able to be honestly polite.


XOXO,
M

Spicy, からい

On Sunday afternoon, I headed to Yahata Station to meet Shoko-san and Yoshihito for our 
さようなら Dinner. We ate at Akakara and had Korean BBQ and spicy chicken nabe.

Honestly, I think it was the best time I've had in Japan. 

For those 5 hours . . . 

everything I want to put into words, I can't.








2020 Tokyo Olympics --- See you in the summer!

XOXO,
M