exile into life
it must be said that pretty woman is one of the best films ever made (better than maid in manhattan!). its a fucking classic, the graetest love story.
i've been in japan now for over six months. i'm not sure how long i'll remain here, but i think its time to take stock of this experience and its effects on me.
today i played beachball volleyball in a muddy ricefield. after i cleaned up i shopped at a second hand shop, bought a scarf and a top, and ate italian for dinner (bacon and asparagus pizza). i came home, whist listening to oasis in the car, had a bath and a glass of australian red. is this what you expect to hear from my japanese trip?
me either. thats the point. sometimes my life is so japanese, and other times i could be at home almost, its just the people i love that are missing. i download english tv and music. i hang with english speaking friends. i eat food i would eat at home (with a few exceptions!).
the thing that makes japan worthwhile is not the "japanese" culture or lifestyle, but the effect that everything has on my person. i think i've changed a million times in the last six months. i've felt feelings i never thought i'd feel, that led to me developing a real appreciation of myself. i'm so content with who i am and where i am in my own development.
when i come home i'm living alone cause i like me and i like my company. while being here i've laughed, cried, barfed, talked, spit, and loved. i've drank alot of wine, and ate alotta raw fish! through it all, i only had me. i was surrounded by friends, aquaintances, but only i have known myself best, so only i could ever be a friend to myself...and a great friend i was!
japan has changed me for the better. its not how i expected to change, but its a good change. can i come home? will everything be just as good? i think it will.
i've rambled alot, i don't think i've said all i wanted to...maybe its the wine? i dunno...i'm tired.
i'm damn excited for tokyo again, and for fukuoka.
i love you all....goodnight.
i've been in japan now for over six months. i'm not sure how long i'll remain here, but i think its time to take stock of this experience and its effects on me.
today i played beachball volleyball in a muddy ricefield. after i cleaned up i shopped at a second hand shop, bought a scarf and a top, and ate italian for dinner (bacon and asparagus pizza). i came home, whist listening to oasis in the car, had a bath and a glass of australian red. is this what you expect to hear from my japanese trip?
me either. thats the point. sometimes my life is so japanese, and other times i could be at home almost, its just the people i love that are missing. i download english tv and music. i hang with english speaking friends. i eat food i would eat at home (with a few exceptions!).
the thing that makes japan worthwhile is not the "japanese" culture or lifestyle, but the effect that everything has on my person. i think i've changed a million times in the last six months. i've felt feelings i never thought i'd feel, that led to me developing a real appreciation of myself. i'm so content with who i am and where i am in my own development.
when i come home i'm living alone cause i like me and i like my company. while being here i've laughed, cried, barfed, talked, spit, and loved. i've drank alot of wine, and ate alotta raw fish! through it all, i only had me. i was surrounded by friends, aquaintances, but only i have known myself best, so only i could ever be a friend to myself...and a great friend i was!
japan has changed me for the better. its not how i expected to change, but its a good change. can i come home? will everything be just as good? i think it will.
i've rambled alot, i don't think i've said all i wanted to...maybe its the wine? i dunno...i'm tired.
i'm damn excited for tokyo again, and for fukuoka.
i love you all....goodnight.