“Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.”
I have told myself that the Trip to Japan symbolized a lot of things for me.
A fulfillment of a dream that I had since I was in elementary grade.
A temporary conclusion of my wanderlust years as I concentrate all efforts to starting a family and moving forward with my truly pathetic, miserable life.
A rebirth for someone like me who have bee at odds with herself for so many years.
The acceptance of middle age as I truly and finally say goodbye to my beatnik-wannabe self.
A coming home of sorts — being someone who loved Japan from afar since I can remember.
Eight more months. Why is it that time passes by so slow when you are anticipating something?