Beginning
I published this post on 28 October 2019 at 12:30am and then archived it shortly after because I hated it. I no longer hate this post, but it's probably not my best writing. I have edited it a bit though because why not. This post (as the title suggests) was supposed to be the beginning in a series reflecting on my time in Japan. Then COVID happened and I kind of... forgot. But I want to do more writing so why not bring some of these bodies out from the graveyard. Imagine being born. Kicking, screaming. Totally unexpected. You wanted this, but then it happens and then it’s just terrifying. You want to be back in the warm comforts of home. Welcome, to moving to a different country by yourself. It’s been 2 months now since I moved back from Japan. I am healing from my experience. I am coming to reflect and appreciate the time I spent in Japan. No-one ever tells you how difficult moving countries is. But it was hard. So. Fucking. Hard. Here is what it was like in the beginning, over...