Note: Unlike my other creative posts this year, this one is non-fiction.
Bless you Japan for giving me a much-needed second chance to complete unfinished business and lay some ghosts to rest.
Here are just a smattering of things I am grateful to you for:
- letting me meet the best friends and, ‘family,’ I’ve ever had;
- allowing me to experience the lowest of the lows to conquer once and for all, some obstacles that were holding me back;
- providing me with copious amounts of cheap alcohol;
- giving me the opportunity to pursue my one true love, writing, and being a door to future job prospects;
- letting me discover that I have a love of snow and a natural talent for snowboarding, a goddamn, fucking awesome sport;
- introducing me to kagura and the animistic religion of Shinto;
- calming my spirit and natural restless, gypsy nature for long enough to face my fear of putting down roots and letting me meet people I love enough to stay for longer;
- toughening me up emotionally and mentally to combat the bullshit some people will heap on you in your life and how to let it go and walk away from toxic individuals;
- overhauling my stubborn, anal and obsessive ways with food and exercise so that I’ve finally stopped missing out on the essential and fun parts of life;
- getting through to me that much of what I considered about the place and people here was based on illusion or perhaps, disillusionment;
- the generosity of people who took me places, fed me, cared for me and helped me out when I knew I would need more Japanese than I spoke. I am forever in your debt;
- and last, but not least of all…. the Peace City of Hiroshima, my second home and a place I needed to be to grow, change and become the person I am today. Through the good and bad times, Hiroshima, I stuck it out and never once considered running away like I used to do. Because of you, I realised I’m not the girl I used to be, but the woman I’m supposed to be. 本当にありがとうございました！