As soon as the plane touched down at Narita and the flight attendant gingerly made her announcement, an intense force struck my mind, a sudden thought:
I want to live in Japan. I want to leave the US for a while.
Not just for visiting my family, but also for some obligation, such as work or study. I feel that it's about time for me to go abroad, while I'm young. I've never "lived" in Japan before, and I want to experience that. Chance flies, and it flies hard. And Japan is the destination. I think it's even safe to say that it is my dream.
My parents fled from Japan when they were young to live the American dream; what if I did the opposite and went back to Japan and got married there?
Just a thought.
Also, I eventually want to travel to Korea. I have a number of Korean friends, been doing taekwondo for a decade and counting, and not to mention, kpop and food. I also have an interest in the language, which I have yet to learn. In other words, I feel that I am surrounded by Korean things.
I'm in that abroad mood; East Asia version.
Someday, I'll be over there. That's definite.
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