Losing Japan
I am trying to get all my money together for my run at NYU. It has been rather stressful with everyone telling me not to worry and don't get stressed! Well, its easier said than done.
I have some money from Japan coming in to me, its not a lot, about $2000 CAD. I was not in a hurry to get it because, it was another string to Japan that would be severed. As I told LMH, 'my ties to Japan are becoming tenuous'.
Not only did I apply for this money, but I also told my supervisor to withdraw the last bit of money I had in my Bank of Yokohama account. It isn't much but it gave me a small reason to return to Japan. Now, those thoughts are fading. For the past 18 months, I have thought about and hoped to return to Japan to visit, to re-visit and to see it from a different point of view. But now, I am committed to 4 years in NYU. I'm glad about that but sad that for the next 4 years, I may not get to go back to Japan, and by the time I can, most of the people will have moved on, changed or forgotten me (Not that there's anything wrong with that).
In many ways, Japan was a crutch for me. My escape. Not knowing what to do, I went there. Yes I had the connections (Affinity for culture; former GF who got me interested; need for change) but it gave me a chance to focus myself. I think I can honestly say, I needed Japan more than she ever needed me. As I said on many occasions, Japan draws those people who are slightly fractured, aimless or broken (not all, but many).
Currently I am trying to juggle a plethora of things in order to get my education off and running. Foremost is my Visa and Medical. Today I went to the Doctor to get tested for Measles, Mumps and Rubella and Meningitis. To work in Education you need to be tested for these things. When I was at NIagara, I had to have them all, and I hoped that they would have a record of it. Sadly they did not so I had to get bloodwork for it. Well my doctor suggested we should do all tests just in case. I said 'why not?' Well I went to get the tests and they woman took out 13 vials!!! I was.. YIKES!!!! And she proceeded to fill every one. You may not know this, but I really don't like needles. I am not scared but they hurt! Yes they HURT! I can actually feel the needles going in. I know you don't believe me, but my skin has always been sensitive. Little jabs leave bruises and I do feel the needle. When she changes the vials, I feel it. When she withdraws the needle I feel it. Now, I am a bit weird when I get a needle. I begin giggling and giggling. I don't know why. Perhaps because I know how silly I must be asking for the smallest needle (if there is such a thing). But I do know, whenever I am in there, it is a big ruckus with me laughing out loud and the attendant, laughing along with me because it is so funny!
Thirteen vials later, and it hurt! I hope I don't have to do that for awhile.
I have some money from Japan coming in to me, its not a lot, about $2000 CAD. I was not in a hurry to get it because, it was another string to Japan that would be severed. As I told LMH, 'my ties to Japan are becoming tenuous'.
Not only did I apply for this money, but I also told my supervisor to withdraw the last bit of money I had in my Bank of Yokohama account. It isn't much but it gave me a small reason to return to Japan. Now, those thoughts are fading. For the past 18 months, I have thought about and hoped to return to Japan to visit, to re-visit and to see it from a different point of view. But now, I am committed to 4 years in NYU. I'm glad about that but sad that for the next 4 years, I may not get to go back to Japan, and by the time I can, most of the people will have moved on, changed or forgotten me (Not that there's anything wrong with that).
In many ways, Japan was a crutch for me. My escape. Not knowing what to do, I went there. Yes I had the connections (Affinity for culture; former GF who got me interested; need for change) but it gave me a chance to focus myself. I think I can honestly say, I needed Japan more than she ever needed me. As I said on many occasions, Japan draws those people who are slightly fractured, aimless or broken (not all, but many).
Currently I am trying to juggle a plethora of things in order to get my education off and running. Foremost is my Visa and Medical. Today I went to the Doctor to get tested for Measles, Mumps and Rubella and Meningitis. To work in Education you need to be tested for these things. When I was at NIagara, I had to have them all, and I hoped that they would have a record of it. Sadly they did not so I had to get bloodwork for it. Well my doctor suggested we should do all tests just in case. I said 'why not?' Well I went to get the tests and they woman took out 13 vials!!! I was.. YIKES!!!! And she proceeded to fill every one. You may not know this, but I really don't like needles. I am not scared but they hurt! Yes they HURT! I can actually feel the needles going in. I know you don't believe me, but my skin has always been sensitive. Little jabs leave bruises and I do feel the needle. When she changes the vials, I feel it. When she withdraws the needle I feel it. Now, I am a bit weird when I get a needle. I begin giggling and giggling. I don't know why. Perhaps because I know how silly I must be asking for the smallest needle (if there is such a thing). But I do know, whenever I am in there, it is a big ruckus with me laughing out loud and the attendant, laughing along with me because it is so funny!
Thirteen vials later, and it hurt! I hope I don't have to do that for awhile.