Last night, as I was thinking on how the impossible had happened for me that day, and then hula classes I’d just asked two friends about helping me do, I got onto wondering about new beginnings and fresh starts. I started to think about the idea of treating today as the beginning of my time in Japan. Like how I’ve visited other countries, and then gone there later for several months to study, I can see Japan in that same sort of timeframe.
Yes, I came and did a semester in Japan before. And, now, I’m back in Japan, but just for a semester. In six months and a week, I’ll be finished, my semester over. I only just arrived, and so have to get going with the things I want to do and see, and the relationships I’d like to build. But, since I’ve been to Japan before (when I studied (read “worked”) here the last time), it should be easy to settle into place, and to start picking up the language again.
Sure, I remember that there were things that were really rough when I was here before, and I suspect things will be hard again. However, it is only a single semester, and I’ll be so busy doing this and that (to make sure I get it all in, since I definitely didn’t last time), it’ll zoom by me quite quickly. (So, I’d better get started, eh?)
Huh… I’m actually quite excited about my brief visit to Japan this semester.
Who says we have to relate to time as directly sequential?
I thank my most recent audiobook for this beautiful thought idea – The Time Traveler’s Wife.
P.S. I actually wrote this last night, as I just didn’t want to forget it for today’s post. 😛