Musings on Japan...

I'm sitting in my bright orange fisherman pants with my eyes held only half-open. The emptiness of my day has formed itself into a struggle to stay awake.

I hate uni holidays.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if I had more uni friends. Or, uni friends who didn't disappear overseas, to their families or to their jobs. I've been off a few weeks now and it hasn't been so bad. But then, Muck had been sharing the holidays with me.

In more interesting news, I've applied for exchange in Japan. I find out whether I was accepted in 3 weeks time or so. It's a scary thought, about how much much life will change. Sure, I've moved around plenty in my short life. But never more than a couple of hours from the safety of everything I know, of everything I can rely to be familiar. A whole new culture, a whole new language... with any luck, Muck will be in the same city as my (or at the very least, the same country) so I won't have to do it completely on my own. As much of a valuable growing experience that may be, I'd like to do it with the opportunity to do plenty of making out with my pretty boyfriend.

Cleaning the house, things keep popping into my head, like "how much of these clothes will I actually take to Japan?", "what the hell am I going to eat over there?" and, "I finally got a friggin' Wii and now I want to leave it on a different continent?!". Hmm. I know it'll be well worth it and a year really isn't that long... but what will I miss in the meantime? My nieces birthdays, Christmas, my awesome friends, beaches, Neighbours (who knows what crazy adventures Paul Robinson will be up to while I'm gone?!)... not to mention the massively lame pressure I'll be putting on my relationship even if we do end up in the same country...

*sigh*

I suppose I'm also gaining Bento boxes, koi, a fresh new language that may get me a better job on graduation, awesome technology, new friends, karaoke, vending-machine beer and - most importantly - ninjas. Probably. I guess that helps balance it all out somewhat.

I'm trepidatious. Yes, that word will suit just fine. Is it even a word? But if I don't give it a go, I know it'll be one of those buzz-kills I regret for the rest of my forever. All fingers crossed that I pass the first hurdle: being accepted to Nagoya.

And even if everyone in Australia does forget me and I come back to nothing... at least I'll always have ninjas.