Week 17 – The End of the Line

By the time this is posted, it will be Sunday night here in Nagoya. A few friends will have already left to return home or go on further travels throughout Japan. I’m not sure how emotional I will be by that point. Like with arriving here, I wasn’t sure when the weight of departing would hit me like a ton of bricks.

I’ve elected not to give a shit. After all, the unknown has been tamed. I spent four months in a foreign country alone and I killed it. In less than a week, I’ll be home, eating American food and catching up with friends I miss like crazy. There is nothing to be afraid of now, except when I’ll get to see the friends I met here again.

We are a pretty spread out bunch as far as origins. Some of my best friends are in Canada, and one of them is even further north in Alaska. Reuniting will be a future endeavor that we are all anxiously awaiting. However, if I’m honest, I’m not that worried about that either.

Circumstance is a big factor in how people connect. The friends I have back home became my friends over years of seeing each other in school, learning about one another and slowly realizing we tolerated each other enough to actually enjoy one another’s company. The way I feel talking with my friends here isn’t a whole lot different.

Granted, we all share that desire for friends given that we are out of our shells and we all live in the same building. Plus, I would argue seeing all your friends naked at a hot spring and just goofing around will accelerate the bond of any friendship tenfold, as weird as it may sound.

So what are my thoughts on going home? I’m excited to see my friends back home, I’m disappointed I’ll be leaving the ones here, and I’m only nervous about the 12 hour flight. I think I’ve stated this before, but if the biggest worry for the past month has been airport check-in, I’d say I’ve been doing pretty well.

I still can’t quite believe that I of all people went to my parents one day and said “hey, I think I wanna study abroad.” If there is a lesson for the end of this journey is that when you get that voice in the back of your head saying “this would be a great opportunity for you,” maybe you should listen. Because once you take a leap and try some crazy and awesome stuff, you can rest easy knowing you got there because of you.

This is the end of the line, but since all of this was technically a blog for a class, expect an epilogue next weekend. A more research-based conclusion that sums up what I learned. However, for now, consider this the true ending to this cool little story.

Thanks for reading.