One day, death will knock on your shoulder and tell you the party is over. This sucks. What stinks even more, though, is that you will be the only one who has to leave – everyone else is still going to have a partylicious time.
This is, freely put, what some smart person I don’t remember wrote about people’s relationship with death.
Now, I’m not dead (yet), but this also pretty much summarizes the way I feel about leaving Japan after all these years.
“Oh! It must be like your second home!” is what the old Japanese lady sitting next to me on my flight said surprised, when she found out I’ve lived in Japan for 6-7 years. Wrong. It is my “first home”.
And now a new chapter is just about to begin, and there is no way of knowing what it is going to be like.
But I know I had to do what I did, and I am looking forward to what my “new life” brings (in the end the “death” analogy wasn’t that far-fetched after all, was it, haha).
Sentimentality is something I’m often accused of. That’s why it won’t come as a surprise to you that I went through my photographs of the past years to find some I especially like, memories I don’t want to miss.
You probably noticed that I’ve been sharing those photographs these days on social media – the perfect medium for this kind of flashback.
Here are some of the photos so far, and now I need to run catch my connecting flight! See you on the other side.