I am attracted to the delicate and dainty things.
Then, it makes total sense why I decided to go study abroad in Japan for seven months. Everything there is cute and teeny, right? Makes sense. Made perfect sense to me, accomplishing this dream of mine I’ve had since I was an obsessive Card Captor Sakura and Sailor Moon fan in elementary. One of my best friends is Japanese and I love him to death, that reason alone would make me want to go to the country he was born in. But there’s more. The five, wonderfully blissful days I spent in Tokyo two years ago with my boyfriend. The environmentally conservative, yet advanced culture of the most expensive country in the world. And of course, how much I stand out (or above). What’s not to like?
I’m hesitating now. I’m not so sure about my choice anymore. I question signing off seven months of my life away from all of my loved ones. Away from my school, my home, my country, my continent. I wonder if going abroad to Japan is really the right choice when I am leaving all of my relationships behind to wither and die.
I don’t want to be forgotten.