The broken road
I couldn't have put it better than
Ahred.
In a different life, I may be teaching English full time in Japan, a missionary in China, a freelance photographer, a property agent, a flight steward, or a million and one other jobs. However, I think the time has finally come for me to decide, and set my mind and heart to, my chosen profession.Yes, this is where I am. I am here, it is now.
The truth is, I was getting restless living in this city. Tired of the ceaseless crowds, the ne'er-do-well
gaijins that I seemed to meet at every turn, dealing with lousy relationships that wasn't worth my time or effort, feeling like I was missing out on too much in the lives of loved ones back home, wondering what my purpose here was. Uncharacteristically, I started withdrawing into a cocoon I had weaved for myself.
I went to the Immigration Bureau and picked up my visa on Friday. I had prayed that if I am to continue living here, I would get a 3-year extension instead of the usual 1-year. I did.
Just when I needed it the most, I have been granted a brand new start. God doesn't give you more than what you can bear, this much I know.
I am excited at what lies ahead in the journey ahead- more opportunities, more meaningful friendships, more travelling, a deeper cultural understanding and a better grasp of the language.
Someday, I will get there.
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