When it’s time to move on

It’s been a while since I blogged. And it’s not because I’ve got the blues or anything like that. I’m in a big transition phase right now. It’s time to pack my bags and get ready to go. And no, it’s not a holiday this time. It’s a move. Whenever I move from one period of my life to the next, I find myself thinking about where I was when it started, and where I am now. And boy have I come a long long way. 

I can’t believe how much I’ve changed in the past year and a half. I’ve grown up. I’ve evolved. I’ve become a woman I’m deeply proud of. ​

​I kept my apartment in Yokohama during this period even though I can’t honestly say I’ve spent much time here. I go to Tokyo A LOT for both work and personal reasons so my place is more of a crash pad than a home. It’s barely decorated, barely furnished and barely someplace I’m going to miss now that I’ve decided that it’s time to move on. 

Even as I pack my stuff, I realise that I never quite unpacked. I didn’t buy much. I didn’t nest much. I didn’t make it all homely. I guess I always had a feeling that this was all temporary and the time would come to leave. 

I really really had a blast during my time in San Francisco. So much so that it chased away my blues. I came back with enough energy to endure what was left of my time in my current situation with as much dignity as I could muster. In hindsight, it wasn’t so much Japan as it was a situation that had run its course. Not everything is built to last, and that’s okay. 

Some things just happen for a season and a reason. And once that season and reason is done, it’s over. 

As I anxiously wait for the little time that’s left to pass, I feel overcome by a deep sense of both stillness and impatience. It’s a hard feeling to describe. One part of me feels like time has stopped. And another part of me feels like I can barely wait for it all to be over. 

Almost there. Almost there.