Lately, the prospects of going to Japan seem even more distant. I never knew that Japan was such an overly developed place and the concepts of getting around are made so easy, but the Asian culture is also quite distant to any of those that I've known before. I guess Memoirs of Geisha is nothing more than a Hollywood dramatization of the beautiful colourful world of Japan and Troy does nothing more than fantasises of a world of cross dressers and beautiful maidens.
I sure know that the teaching is my passion, but how far am I actually willing to go and how much of a hassle am I willing to endure. I know that no road in life is simple and that there are bound to be many disasters and tribulations, but when is enough? I think it's just when i feel like it's "basta" .... like basta pasta. but seriously, the travels that i have had have all lead to unfinished friendships, full of nothing but empty voids and words not backed with any meaning.
I guess my main fear would be going to Japan, making friends and finally not being "lost in translation" and then have to pack my bangarangs and then make my way home. Not to mention that home, has very little to offer other than grand expectations and a change of being. I know not what I expect, but I of me, is too big, I think sometimes.
