Stuffing all your material possessions into a suitcase is a bit cathartic. It’s cleansing to take stock of your life – to take all of the junk you have and decide what’s worth keeping and what needs to go.
I don’t have many nick-knacks that I’m taking with me. A turtle with a bobbing head to keep me company, an espresso pot, and a few photos.
However, it feels like everything I want to take with me is left at home.
I’m leaving behind Tuesday espresso and anisette with my grandma, wine nights with my mom and countless other comforts.
This is a good thing.
It’s a really good way to grow up – moving to another country for an unknown amount of time. It’s sobering to realize that I can’t be nervous, because I don’t have any clue about how it will all turn out. All I know is I’ll have to learn a new language, navigate a new social structure, and I’ll have to do it all with the deck stacked against me.
I’ll be one of the few foreigners in my town and being on the outside is going to be one of the more interesting parts of living abroad. While I studied in Italy I never felt like I was part of the minority. Italians are Caucasian, my Dad’s side is Italian, and I felt like Italians had perfectly good English.
In Japan I’ll be in a different situation. I’ll be the foreigner, or gaijin as they call them, and I’ll stick out like a sore thumb. It’ll be fun to see how Japan plays out and what I learn from this experience.
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