Tonight I leave for Japan.
I have lived in the same place, with my mom, for almost 30 years. Tonight, I will get into a car bound towards an airport one state away, to board a plane headed to Detroit. From there, I will get on another plane headed to Nagoya, Japan.
Until now, I’ve been so preoccupied with getting things ready, that the impact of just what I’m doing hasn’t hit me. I’m going to be away for at least a little over a year, if not more. I’m leaving my friends and family behind. I’m going to be half a planet away. I am responsible for myself now. I am an adult.
It’s a really odd feeling.
I know it isn’t forever, but something about moving still feels kind of final. I’m not sure why.
All I do know is this: this is a good thing and I should look at it in a positive light.