恐怖の感覚 (A Sense of Dread)
It's February 27th, 2013. I kind of need to get the fuck out of here by March 31st, so that only leaves me with around 31 days to kick it in Japan. While a part of me is looking forward to being back in the States, the other part of me is dreading the move. Seeing my friends and family again (without the need to do so in a two week period) will be great. Looking for a job and working again...not so much. Before coming to Japan, I worked in public relations at an investment company (which I hated so much I wrote raps about it and Livejournal posts about hoping the place got firebombed) and a small firm in downtown DC (which also wasn't fun, but better than the previous place). Since coming to Japan, I've worked a whole bunch of jobs that I actually liked. Teaching was great (obviously), and my current job has also been amazing (minus the past two months, which I'll get to down the road). What I don't want to do is go back home, get a job that I hate again, and spend my days longing for the weekends. Unfortunately DC is ten zillion times more expensive than when I left, and all the high paying jobs are the ones I loathe. Hmmmm....
Or maybe I'll get lucky, find some amazeballs high paying job on Craiglist or Idealist or something, and live happily ever after raking in zillions of dollars doing some thing I love.
Or maybe I'll get super lucky and be able to start restart my streetwear line I started back in 2006.
One can only hope.