Ok, hello. I’m going
to be all post-modern now and blog about my insufficient blogging. Wooo- using
my degree! (I feel like this is a fairly unique statement in the current
climate- go me!)
So. No blogging. Well,
I’m afraid to say I’ve done the very common thing of falling in love and
disregarding all things that are not directly related to the object of my
affection. I have become a bad friend. My apartment needs cleaning. I need to
buy food. I am totally immersed in fantasy world with little desire to return
to reality. I have fallen hook line and sinker in head over heals can’t live
without you love with Japan.
For a while we were
casual, dating, getting to know one another. I was playing it cool you know,
keeping my head. I have no get out strategies with this one-I’m can’t fall
desperately in love and know I can leave in a month if it all goes wrong. I
have to be in this for the long run. This is serious, grown-up stuff! Then it
all started fitting into place, I planted rice, I found a four leaf clover, I
kayaked to deserted cliff beaches, I got in a minivan with 8 men shouting beer
at me, I heard backstreet boys at school, I played capture the flag, I ate
flowers, I cooked, I sang my heart out for 7hours, I ate sushi from a train, I
saw a crazy starry night and felt an earthquake or two (No pun intended!).
So, sorry, I’ve been
gone living in a bubble- kinda like a snow dome. I feel like some kid has
picked me up and not stopped shaking for a good two months and anything or
anyone that wasn’t cemented to me has gone fluttering off. I grabbed on to a
fair few things at the start but then my arms started to ache, so I just let
go. I’m sorry. But I have faith in those people and those things and hope they
will come back to me when the kid has sodded off and my love bubble has
popped.
But for now this is
all the world I need. When I was driving home from work at my favourite
elementary school the other day, and I’d just had a great lesson then a good
old chat (in broken English) with the principle over green tea and cake, and it
was boiling and my windows were down and I had to turn my music up to hear it
over the chanting of the bugs, and the mountains were green and all the little
old men and women were out working in the fields, I thought, this is exactly
what I wanted.
This is exactly where
I want to be.
This is love.
