Today marks my first year here in Japan. The picture above is the same picture I used when I blogged about my arrival. It was my morning view. Back then, everything was fresh; everything was a challenge. I was scared and sad at first, being away from home and all. Now my morning view has changed as I've moved to a different apartment. Most streets are familiar. Routines are engraved into my being. I've achieved a lot and failed a lot. I quit from a job that was my only lifeline here. I was terrified. I was a bum for a few months. Found a better job. And now I'm just starting to get back from being "stable". There's such just so much that the future holds.
Life abroad has taught me so many things. But I think what struck me the most is how much sacrifices a life here would cost. It has been the best year, and I can't still believe that I'm here. But honestly, I'm currently homesick. I miss my own bed. I miss my own bedroom window. I miss how the summer sunshine wakes me up instead of alarm clocks or the bitter cold during this time of the year. I miss having food in the table when I go downstairs for breakfast. I miss watching TV. I miss the grocery drives. I miss Jollibee. I miss the silence of our house whenever I go down in the middle of the night to pee or get a drink. I miss the smell of home. I miss my friends. I miss my family. I miss my mama.
It's a little sad but whenever I see myself going back to the Philippines, I see a dead end. There's nothing for me there. That's why I have to continue. Through all this, I'm happy that I still have the inspirations to go on with this life. That, I think is the most important. Inspiration.