Kept you waiting, huh?

     

          Ok, so this is probably going to be one hell of a rambling post. I don't know how long or short it will be, but it will almost certainly be a stream of consciousness that can only end well. Or... not.

Jeez, it's been 7 years since I wrote on this thing? Well, 6 and a bit if you want to get technical with months. Nonetheless that is an amazingly impressive term of absence. Anyone who followed this before will have rightfully decided that either the blog died or the writer did. I guess this post means that both are untrue?

I think it is certainly a testament of sorts to just how life changing a move to another country can be, the fact that it is basically that singular act that killed my writing. Either that or it just shows a lack of resolve in continuing to write anything at all. I guess this post means both are true?

I could write about everything that has happened in those seven years. Just how much my life has changed and how I've changed as a person. I probably will write about some things, since there are certain parts that are interesting enough for me to chronicle for the mass of nobodies watching this empty space with nonexistent breath. I won't write such tortured sentences though... or I'll try not to. Maybe the fact that I have finally decided to take up writing on this thing again at one of the happiest points in my life is indicative of something. I should probably stop trying to muse over everything so much though. I doubt I'd have read this far by now if it was someone else's blog I was reading.

In the long time since writing on here last I've successfully (debatably) lived in Japan for 4 years, returned home for one then returned back to Tokyo. I have gained new friends and acquaintances and I have lost pets and family members. I have had some of the best times in my life and without a doubt, some of the worst. I really do want to write about some of these things, but at the same time I'm torn between that and keeping this blog more as an avenue for more creative/academic writings like it was always intended to be.

I suppose it wouldn't hurt to be a little bit of both. Until I can single down a focus. Not that I ever intend this to be anything more than just an outlet for me to just mindlessly type like I am now. Regardless, it's 5:50 on a Friday and I'm basically just wasting time at work until I can leave at a more convenient time to go on out for an evening in Akihabara. That essentially means I think this post is probably coming to an end soon.

I can't work out whether this is the most poignant thing I've written in ages or the most pointless. I am getting rid of that exclamation mark I just typed though. I definitely want less of those on here if I'm going to keep writing on this thing.

Emigration time desu

So once again I return to this forsaken blog in the hopes of actually continuing to write in it once in a while with some purpose. I'm hoping the fact that I can potentially turn this blog into another expat blog about Japan will help kill this procrastination. That isn't to say, by the way, that I don't like expat blogs about Japan. Far from it. Just there is, y'know, quite a few to look at and I'm not going to kid myself that if I do the same that it will get any readers. I'm boring, capiche?

So, on this coming Wednesday my significant other and I will finally stop wasting money on visiting Japan and actually live there for a while. At least, as long as the plan goes well and we can both find work enough to sustain us. I have a job interview this next Monday coming, too, at a preschool in Tokyo! I wasn't expecting to potentially get a job with kids that small but I think I might actually like that a lot more!

Our apartment is in Adachi-ku in Tokyo, famous for Bunka fry and Takeshi Kitano. Yes, that does mean it is as rough as it sounds, apparently. Although, to me it looks like a wonderful suburb with a stunning river to potentially set up a jogging regieme next to. Oh, and a cinema and shops. Good times. No arcade, however, which may be a deal breaker, although knowing Japan this simply cannot be true.

Oh, and we haven't finished packing yet. Nope. At least, my other half has packed all his clothes and we're almost done with games, films and music... as for my clothes? I can do that all in a day, right?