Just where does the time go? Now in my fifth week of living in Japan. The first month over before it even began. If the bygone month were a person I would describe her as a burly mountain woman, crashing through my house window. Dishing out a welcoming bear hug, followed by a swift kick to the balls. Smashing her way out through the other side of the house shouting “日本へようこそ！”. Leaving me lying in a fetal position, Wishing like hell I had my Google translate app, the f%^& did she say? I should have studied more Japanese… teary eyed, baffled and strangely attracted to what just took place.
Being present in the moment is difficult for me at the best of times. With the Japan move just days away, trying to do just that has been nearly impossible. A month or so ago, while aimlessly surfing Reddit, I accidentally read an article titled ‘We Aren’t Built to Live in the Moment’. I say accidentally because as a rule I never go out of my way to read anything other than food labels and fantasy novels. This one however had me captivated from the start. The title resonated with my own internal struggles so I skimmed over the first few lines and just kept going. Continue reading