I'm quietly sitting through a minor earthquake to blog, and it feels apropos.
My summer in Japan has been surreal. I don't know what I was expecting, but I didn't expect it to go this fast, or so far from what I started with.
What my present life consists of: My baby chicks who I teach English to. Being one of the guys, again. Not cooking EVER, and eating delicious food. Procrastination. Procrastination. Procrastination. Repressed panic.
What is no longer in my imminent future: Grad school. Married life. Life in the United States.
I think I'm still too numb to process all of this completely, but I'm pretty sure I'm feeling okay about all of this.
But my new Japan BFFs are great. I love institute. I love my family ward. I love the Japanese language and Japanese people and city life.
But lately I find myself just sitting and staring off into space for a while. Not sure what I'm waiting for.
As usual, I will crawl into movies to hide and/or to find.