Having spent most of my 4 months in Japan going through the most intense brain fuck, EVER, I've just been talking to some friends who have also come home, and it's just nice to know that it wasn't just me. I spent so much time thinking I wasn't trying hard enough, or making enough effort, and that was surely the reason that I wasn't having the time of my life. For the life of me, I never thought I would ever stop wanting to go home. It definitely got easier, but I was so ready to get on that plane to come home. It was a tough 4 months, but I'm so glad I did it. Not only is my Japanese better, I met some amazing people (the name of this blog is actually for Lou Denholm) and I think it made my appreciate home more. Because I am loving being home. So much. There aren't words for it.
When I grow up:
- I want to write a PhD.
- I want to live with Clare and we'll have our own darkroom.
- I'll leanr how to cook without panicking and needing my mum's help.
I have to go have a shower now. It seems procrastination wasn't just something I used to cope during my HSC; I have the ability to incorporate it into all aspects of my life.
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