I arrived in Tokyo officially on Oct 1 2006, 730am. Every year, I try to remember this date as my “moving-overseas” anniversary, but this year I’m a bit late.
But that’s not to say I’m less reflective once I recall this time of upheaval three years ago. I think about what was on my mind, how I felt, what first impressions I had of Tokyo…
Here is an excerpt from my old blog that is quite personal and you will probably be able to get a feel of my personality. I’m not just a girl who does stuff and eats her way around Japan. You see, I can be quite crazy (for example, the kangaroo often calls me a freak affectionately, of course, in regards to my rawsomeness) and I always go all the way when I set my sights on an endeavour.
Written on July 27 2006…
I’m not a big believer in doing things halfway or half-baked. The extremist in me is finally coming out in full force. Okay, folks — I’m leaving on Sept 30 2006, a day after I finish my last day at work on Sept 29.
“What?!” is the reaction I get when I reveal my departure date to friends and family.
Don’t I need at least a few days to prepare myself? Well the slick organiser in me has broken down the things I need to do. It’s not as hard as I thought it would be. I just need to make few phones calls here and there, buy stuff that may not be available in Tokyo, and arrange my travel schedule.
I love this busy bee feeling.
Recently, I orchestrated an enticing spaghetti bolognaise dinner for the kangaroo’s brother so he would take all of our furniture. He refused at first but he did need (cheap) furniture urgently because his ex-girlfriend stripped their apartment bare.
Despite the fact there was too much garlic in his meal, he agreed to taking 90% of our things. We concluded he was just house-sitting our stuff till he moved back to Sydney. Easy peasy.
I promise to enjoy Singapore with as much relish my bones can muster but I really don’t fancy weeping with nostalgia for five days while I get my shit together.
I don’t like wandering around aimlessly and I detest having no agenda to my day. Sure, I often whine that I never have time to myself, but frankly, when I do I always find something to fill the gaps of nothingness. The thought of packing my things bit by bit during my last few days is just not appealing.
By Aug 31, the boxes will be packed and kept in storage. The kangaroo will be my courier boy for heavier items like winter jackets and other necessities, so I’ll be living out of a suitcase or two till my last day. I don’t really need to get professional global removalists to fly my material possessions across the South China Sea. You see, I don’t own many things in the first place — I just have clothes, beauty products, makeup, my iPod, a few photos, my iBook, my trusty oxford dictionary, my personal documents and an adventurous spirit.
What’s most important to me right now is to hang out with my dear friends as much as possible after work or on weekends. Another practical reason not to fly off later is, who’s going to be free to hang out with me anyway? Everyone I know works on weekdays, even my semi-retired mum.
A lesson learned from juggling a long-distance relationship for two years is not to dwell on your goodbyes. The long-suffering pain is not worth it — accept it and move on, I say.
I’m already thinking of some duty-free shopping before I board the plane. You know, keeping occupied so I won’t burst into tears? I guess I’m sadder than I expected, but please don’t read this as hesitance. It’s about time I left to find new experiences in this life.