It’s All Relative (But Is That Comfort or Cop-Out?)
Cycling to work in the pouring rain at 56 felt both liberating and slightly absurd at the same time.
The Thoughts We Rarely Admit
Observations from two decades of Japan life, from the nuances of teaching and farming to the comfort of a small home and everyday routines.
Cycling to work in the pouring rain at 56 felt both liberating and slightly absurd at the same time.
Some mornings at 4am, walking to 7-Eleven, I just quietly acknowledge that I have enough today.
At 3am I wasn’t stressed. I was awake because I’m still addicted to hope at nearly sixty.
Even with people you like, there’s a hidden cost to constantly adjusting yourself for others.
For 20 years, my wife was my reality check. Now I have to be my own mirror.
Twenty years in Japan, a 567-day Duolingo streak, and I still panic at the tax office.
I caught myself rushing through my morning walk, already calculating when I could be productive.
We ruin good moments by saying “that was nice, but…” and immediately worrying about tomorrow.
Inside, we’re all young souls looking through older eyes. The wrinkles are just the mask.