When I sat her down for the millionth time and told her I wanted to move back to Japan I had expected the usual sigh and eye roll.
That’s not what happened.
Instead she threw her hands up into the air and said, “Oh thank God! I’ve been hoping you’d say that for eight years.”
And so it was that I went back with her blessing. It was the first time I had left for overseas and not shed a tear because I knew that I was going home. I knew that it was the right thing to do and my heart knew it too. I was finally at peace with myself and my place in the world.