I decided to go to canada again.
It is not because everything went perfectly the first time.
I still cannot speak English well…I mean, I am still struggling.
And I do not have a perfect plan yet.
But somehow, Canada stayed in my mind even after I came back to Japan.
Actually, I knew it.
Maybe it was the mountains.
Maybe it was the people I met there.
Or maybe I just liked the version of myself that existed there.
I’m not young anymore…
I know that right now is the youngest I will ever be again.
And maybe I can still do anything if I truly want to.
But if I were in my 20s, I think I could have made this decision more easily.
I feel like your early 30s are the beginning of a kind of midlife crisis.
Everyone around me seems to have stable jobs, kids, homes, steady lives.
Sometimes, I feel alone, like maybe I chose the wrong path, and honestly I am a little tired.
But this is me, and I think I love who I am.
I am so excited and…so nervous.
What if I cannot catch English at all…?
Anyway, I am going back to Canada again.
