Going back to the USA after being in Japan for a year, was an adventure. I was really looking forward to it, since I had been really burnt out on Japan.
It was. . . interesting.
It was good to see my family and friends of course, but my situation (no actual room to stay in, I don’t drive, family drama) was not ideal. One month in America was too long; by the end I was more than ready to come back to Japan.
This was my sneaky plan to motivate myself for another year of JET and it worked.
For a while.
I was so excited to be back in Japan. To have my own apartment and be able to go wherever I wanted. We even took a trip to Osaka (one of my favorite places in Japan) to see Versailles and Phantasmagoria at Shockwave Osaka, and Cobra Starship, The Academy Is. . . and The Hush Sound at DecaydanceFest Osaka.
But now it’s only 4 weeks into the semester and I am already so, SO over teaching
Well, that’s a lie. Whenever I’m actually with my students I don’t feel that way. My students continue to be hilarious and amazing and the only thing keeping me at this job. I don’t think that will change.
But I’m not invested in the job, really.
Every Monday, I think about quitting. I mean, I won’t. I know it’s only because it’s Monday and everyone hates Mondays. But I think about doing this for 10 more months and I can’t imagine how I’ll ever make it.
Thing about living in Japan, is that I polarize Japan in the US with my emotions. Previously this had been in the form of “Japan is the happiest place on earth!” while now it’s more “If I only I were in America, I wouldn’t feel this depressed.” Neither of these is true, and I know this, but it’s just really easy to blame Japan, and especially this job, when I’m having a bad time.
