Living in Japan was an amazing experience for me and I definitely do not regret taking that opportunity at all. But, after almost 2 years there, I found myself really unhappy and I was more than ready to come home.
It's been a little over 3 months of adulting now, and I'm finally starting to see my savings grow! It's tough to see progress when I get paid so little and only once a month. The progress is pretty much only seen on the day I get paid, when I update my bank book. If the balance after my company deposits my pay is more than the balance it was on the previous month's pay day, I'm saving money! This month's pay day (November 14) was the first time it was a significant gain. Go Liana!
Since I'm moving back home next April, I thought it'd be a good idea to start getting rid of some things that I don't need and don't want to take back home with me.
It's been about a month and a half of adulting and since my last update (week 3), I haven't made much of a change in the way I spend. But, given that it has been over a month, I am able to analyze my monthly spending, as a whole, including big, once-a-month expenses, like rent.
Over the past two weeks, I've been busy working on Thank You cards for all of my students (well, most of my students). My last classes are approaching quickly and I want to give them something as a token of my appreciation for their hard work, and to remember me by—I'd like them to remember me as being nice. :)
It has now been three full weeks of adulting and maybe unsurprisingly, no big changes have happened since last week. I think this will be my last weekly update and instead, I'll do monthly updates, unless I find something really interesting in my spreadsheet or make a drastic change.
It has been two weeks since I've started adulting. The past week was my first week back to work after a long, dearly missed summer vacation. I started work again last week Thursday, so it was interesting to see how my normal spending compared to my spending during the summer.
As a young woman at the age of 23, soon to be 24, I have decided to begin life as an adult. By this, I don't mean living on my own, having a full-time job, paying for all of my bills on my own (for the most part, anyway), making sure I eat enough fairly nutritious food to keep breathing, and drinking enough beer to make up for all of you 21+ year-old fools that don't drink enough on your own. I particularly excel at that last one, but who am I to judge my own drinking abilities?!
For almost a year, I've been riding the train with a less than attractive high school couple (well the girl is in high school because she wears a uniform, but the boy? in college? high school drop out?), that clearly like each other very much. Every morning, I ride the same train and get on the same car, and so do they. And every morning, I stare at them, while silently judging them. At first, I thought, "You guys are way too young to be in a relationship, focus on school!" Then, I began to think, "Oh, you guys need to shut the fuck up. And gross, no one wants to see your PDA." Then, I grew oddly attached to them and began to think, "Oh, you guys are kind of cute. Do your thang."
One of the things that never ceases to amaze me about Japan is how EVERYONE is interested in my marital status. At every school I have taught at, at some time throughout my first day, someone has asked me if I'm married. And not just the students, the teachers, too!
"Do I have to go today?" Every morning. Never fails. I ask myself how important my role is in the education of Japan's future. I always conclude that my role is very small, and they most likely won't remember a quarter of what I teach them in a year from now, but I still force myself to go...
I've been in Japan for about nine months now. I've had a birthday in Japan, experienced every season, been to awkward drinking parties with Japanese coworkers, and have probably eaten more onigiri and taiyaki than what's considered normal.
I am at that age in my life that I feel like if I'm going to pursue a dream of mine, I'd better start now. The problem is, what is my dream? Do I even have a dream?
For those of you who know me personally, you know that when I first decided on moving to Japan, I'd joke (well, maybe I was about 50% joking...maybe 75%) that I was going to find a Japanese husband and live here forever. Whenever someone posed the question, "Why are you moving to Japan?" my immediate response was, "To find a husband." Honestly. That's what I'd say. And it caused a good chuckle.
Sakura (cherry blossoms) have just begun to bloom in Japan! And you know what that means...? I finally did some Japanese shit in Japan.