Since my birthday was a few weeks ago, I have decided to make a list of 23 things that I learned at 23. 23 was kind of a big year for me, but not as big as 22. At 22, I graduated college, moved to a foreign country, and started a new job. There were a lot of changes. At 23, I've been living in Japan with the same job, all year. But, I still feel like I've grown a lot as a person—my priorities have definitely changed, my interests have changed, and I think I've become a much kinder and more understanding person (I hope so, anyway).
By now, if you are like me, you are aware of Elite Daily's column, "Confessions Of A True Fuckboy," a weekly column devoted to explaining what goes on in a fuckboy's mind. I will admit that I find some the articles within this column very amusing, but after reading "Confessions Of A Fuckboy: What Guys Really Think About Marriage," I was very annoyed.
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."
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.
Now that I'm 23 years old, graduated college, moved to a foreign county by myself, I have this strange notion that I know a bit (just a little bit) about life now. So, there are a few things that I wish I could tell my 20 year-old self.
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.