I’ve got less than two months remaining here. Not only is that hard to believe, but I’m being blown away by the speed at which these summer days are passing. Yesterday I had about 3 months left, and the week before that something like six.
My weekends are being packed full of activities that only accelerate the passage of time, but I’m trying my best to make the most of whatever I’ve got left. More than likely it is just the nice weather, but there seems to be a greater willingness among my fellow teachers to get together during the midweek. Whether its just catch in the park, some soulful karaoke, dinner or all of the above, we find ourselves living a little less for the weekends.
The other thing that I am doing on my own is trying to slow life down just a bit and make sure to appreciate this incredible place in which I live. Lately I’ve been returning home from work and enjoying a short moment on my porch before getting on with life. The view is therapeutic, probably because it is so unlike anything I would see at home home.
Starting from the freshly planted rice paddies, there are the mountains and old Japanese houses. Every so often little people emerge from the homes to tend to gardens and chat. The sensory stimulation of the nearby flowing river and smell of fires burning complete the effect. I doubt I’ll ever live somewhere such as this again, its so refreshing.
As I said, there’s about a month and a half left. My life will be packed with good times before the sayonaras set in, but a few days like this should help me strike a balance.