One day I woke up in what, to me, is one of the greatest and most exciting cities in the world. I walked Lindsay to the train station and saw her off on a week long vacation to Thailand. At that point from around 7:15AM onwards I had complete freedom to do almost anything I could imagine in Tokyo. Practically speaking I had no constraints on my time or money, plus I was healthy and energetic.
But, I chose to spend the day sitting in the same room I sit every day, working on an electronics hobby project and trying to figure out how to make two little LEDs blink. I worked at this until lunch time, at which point I did not go out and explore some new neighborhood in Tokyo nor did I eat ramen or sushi at a delicious lately restaurant. I ate the same thing I eat (most) every day, a bowl of oatmeal with homemade yogurt. Then I worked on the blinking lights the rest of the day until the evening, at which point I went out to Matsuya, a chain beef and rice bowl place a 10 minute walk away, had the cheese beef rice bowl.
After dinner I spent another few hours working on the two blinking lights until 8 or 9PM. Then I went and watched an episode of Star Trek and eventually went to sleep.
There is a reason I’m mentioning this particular day (and there have been many such days!): The once seemingly endless time I had to live in Japan has become a countable number of days. Before long I’ll be willing to give anything to go back to living here. I won’t be able to imagine “wasting” an entire day like I described above. And yet I did waste such a day, with eyes open, knowing I’d eventually find it unfathomable.
I thought hard about spending the day at DisneySea, or walking the Yamanote line, or taking the Shinkansen to Nikko. In the end I decided what I really wanted to do was work on my silly little hobby project. The point is, there are lots of things that I love that give me fulfillment and make me happy and I think it’s helpful for me to remember that.
Lindsay and I will be leaving Japan at the end of June. A bit less than a month and a half. It’s still far enough away that it’s not a constant thought, there is still time to enjoy just living here. That said, most days I give some thought to the fact that our time here isn’t endless. I try to remember that I won’t be able to fit in “enough” to be satisfied and prevent the sadness I’ll feel when I leave. The best I can do I think is remember days like I described above, and remember there are many things in life that are important and that make me happy and content.
Another year older
I have a big birthday this year. As I’ve reflected on my 30s, it’s a bit crazy just how much moving and traveling we’ve done. In the last 10 years, we’ve
- Finished up a year long backpacking trip
- Moved to Chicago and spent a summer in Austin
- Spent almost two months in Iceland
- Moved to Japan and lived in the country
- Moved to the UK to an amazing little city
- Moved (back) to California
- Bought a house in Michigan and lived there for a while
- Spent a summer in Brazil and Argentina
- Spend a summer in Mexico
- Moved (back to) Japan – Tokyo of course
This might sound a bit “obvious”, but as I really think about this list I realize how much this type of lifestyle must impact me and how I feel / who I am. I mention this because it’s not something I really notice or even know to be certainly true… But I think it in the same way I think about working from home. I’ve worked from home for over 10 years at this point and I’ve noticed that my personality has changed in subtle ways because of my isolation and solitary life. I suppose change is inevitable and this isn’t to say, for example, working in a busy office with lots of co-workers around every day wouldn’t also have changed who I am. For some reason it’s just strange for me to realize that something I just sort of thought of as a nice work arrangement has over the course of years changed my personality.
Anyway I don’t really have a point here, I just think 10 years is a large chunk of time to look at, and I wonder what sort of impact 10 years of fairly consistent moving has had on me. Unfortunately I feel a bit of a constant internal struggle, never home, never satisfied, never really settled. That part sucks, and of course it’s my own fault, I just haven’t been able to overcome some of these thoughts and feelings.
I sometimes look back at even the last few years living in Japan and think, “wow, this is really exceptional” – I grew up with amazing supportive parents who made me excited about travel and interested in culture and food and I really thank them, but even with such great support and inspiration growing up, I’ve stilled managed to fit in quite a few great experiences and I take a fair amount of pride in that. Lindsay has played a HUGE part in this, without her taking the first steps a lot of the things we’ve done the past 10 years likely wouldn’t have happened.
Bottom line: I feel extremely lucky, but also perhaps more unsettled and unsure of what to do with my life than I ever have before.
A few practical things on life here in Tokyo today
Lindsay and I have taken photos of all of the stuff we have to sell, and are at least trying to start to take steps to get rid of stuff. We have a lot to sell / throw away, and it’s something I think about almost every day and brings some amount of stress every time I think about it.
Our travel plans from the day we fly out of Tokyo until we are back in Michigan mid August are almost completely set. We’ll be on the road for just about a month and a half.
I really liked Season 2 of Andor.
That’s about it.