Friday night and, as a young healthy male, how did I spend it? I was up until 2am reading every entry on my old Blogger blog. I don’t know what came over me, but I have to say, I was captivated by my own soap opera life four years ago. The blog was certainly an interesting journal that documented the before, during, and after of going to Japan and the highs and lows that came along with it.
Particular favourite entries include…
- Packing it up, from July 20, 2006, in which I struggled with packing to leave for my extended Japan adventure;
- The Surreal Life, from August 29, 2006, and adjusting to my new life in rural Ehime, Japan;
- Wishful Thinking, from September 22, 2006, and being stood up on a date that was never actually set;
- Episode 13, from October 3, 2006, and apparently I had the worst and the best day of my life (?);
- Lonely Planet: Japan, from January 15, 2007, where I was being my typical emo self and dealing with the homesickness associated with coming back to Japan after spending the Christmas holidays back in Vancouver;
- Reunited, from March 22, 2007, where, after moving from Ehime to Chiba, I was finally reunited with my best friend: the internet;
- Happy Anniversary, from July 20, 2007, and reflecting on my one year anniversary in Japan;
- Hello World ’08, from January 7, 2008, and deciding to move back to Vancouver to pursue dreams (Editor’s Note: Worst. Decision. Ever. In hindsight, I would never have left Tokyo. Ever.);
- I’ll Miss Tokyo, from February 12, 2008, where it was two weeks and counting before it was time to move back to Vancouver;
- It’s so quiet, from March 4, 2008, and I was back in Vancouver and feeling the effects of reverse culture shock.
Kind of crazy to read through the blog posts in that order. Those old posts basically summed up the emotional ups and downs of my life from the time I was preparing to leave for Japan, until I finally came back to Vancouver. It feels like a lifetime ago that all of this happened, and I was a completely different person back then.
If nothing else, I was far more interesting of a person, just a little on the melodramatic side.