Well it took a bit of time, but I’m back to where the Journey originally started. Three years ago in 2012 (damn it’s been that long?), I landed in the megalopolis of Tokyo. My stay was brief, only seven months. Long enough to get rid of my wide touristy eyes. Yet not long enough to really feel the ins and outs of Japan and its culture. A year later I returned to live in the countryside. Teaching English during the day, trying to plot out my 5-Year Plan by night. And in the midst of it all, finding time to write articles and plot out epic storylines. My purpose and direction has never been more clear.
Weirdly enough, in the weeks leading up to the move I’ve wanted to do for so long, I started to reconsider. I’ve called this small city of Ryugasaki my home for a year and half. I’ve gotten so used to my routine, for I had planned it to productivity perfection. And of course with each passing week, the relationships deepened with my many students. Something I hadn’t come to realize until my junior high’s graduation. I think I had a harder time saying farewell than my students did. Ryugasaki had become my comfort zone! We are more adaptable to our environments than we give ourselves credit for.
If the goodbye wasn’t going to happen now, it was going to happen when I eventually decide to depart from Japan entirely. So it was probably best that I leave now. It would only get harder to do so as time went on.
So off I went, carrying the memories of my students via goodbye cards and photos. Accompanied by four great friends dragging along boulder-sized suitcases we hopped on the Joban line and headed for Tokyo. 90 minutes later I stepped foot into my new home in West Tokyo.
Although I may not be in the center of things, I opted for space and affordability over location. It would have been nice to be walking distance from Shibuya, or a bike ride from my favorite curry restaurant, but I’m happy to have at least made it here. To be living in a city where the cost of living is equal to (or more than) New York City’s. And if we consider the full size of the Tokyo megacity, I’m actually right in the middle of it.
Transitions are a bit rough. Through this whole moving phase, I barely picked up my pen to write. I’m starting to realize how important routines are (at least for me) in fostering and maintaining creative output. Those who have been following along have probably noticed that The Enlightenment has been completed. What an interesting year-long Journey that was. Since then, I have delved into a new project, the details of which I don’t feel to comfortable releasing right now. Rest assured, it’s writing.
Besides that, GaijinPot has been my main creative outlet for blogging. Things I can’t write so freely about on this site will periodically show up on Tales of a Ronin. Yet as I’ve said before, I can’t promise any kind of consistency, especially with the new job starting and all. Oh yeah, about that…
So at the end of March I began teaching for a new company. I’m no longer working in the public school system, which means goodbye to all the blazers and ties I’ve accumulated over the years! I will be teaching English in an eikaiwa-ish setting, with a big emphasis on fun and acting. The orientation has been mad chill so far, just being sponge and absorbing all the new teaching methods. The coming weeks should be interesting.
Well that’s all for now, thanks to everyone who’s been tuning in over the last year and a half. Keep shining, Quasars…