Today I realized that I have just four weeks left in my job. I'm surprised by how short of time I have left, and I'm not eager to make it fly by, but I'm not overly sad to see it go.
I took a walk with my friend J today and she said she didn't understand why no one was talking about how they were feeling about leaving. She felt like it was this huge moment that everyone was just leaving unsaid. I think for some people, they need a moment to grieve and I get that. I don't know what I need. I feel ready to do something else, but I know I'll miss the lovely people I've met here. I haven't made any close friends, but there are plenty of interesting people to talk to whenever I want the company. I probably sound like an asshole, but honestly, that's not the case when you are in your own country (especially if that country and specific location seem to be in the middle of nowhere).
This time of year is the only time I really get eager about -- all the new people coming in is fun to deal with. After a while, though, they stop talking to me (if they don't live very close) and they get bogged down in the same bullshit as their neighbors, which more often than not is petty culture war stuff. It's funny how people come here sooooo excited and within months pile on all these reasons why Japan is a joke. It's hard for them to see that this is the true work of internationalization -- this is why people don't get along. It's easy to think you are the only sane one since whatever it is you are facing seems so inexplicable.
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