The Proximity of Geography

I am home. Home? I have been back for almost two weeks. Two weeks where it wasn't as big of an adjustment as I had originally thought it would be. Things haven't been tough, haven't been rough and have been eerily silent in terms of adjusting to the old climate, the old way of doing things. But it is definitely NOT the old way of doing things. Broke, and climbing my way back to the top, to a new place in the ladder in my head. When they say that no man is an island, they were wrong. I feel like an island which is trolling the Pacific. Searching for ground. I don't miss Japan. What? No, I don't miss a country that I deeply feel a great affection for. It may sound trite but I feel it, in my tiny heart, that I will be back in a year. So how can I miss a place I will be back to. I told my friend Mariko before I left that it felt like I was coming back to Canada to refresh and I will be back, strong and smarter than before. It has to be this way. No jealousy for the ones that are still there, no ego when I wake up every day. Just a smile and a little help from my friends and family