I came to Japan about a year and a half ago, and I remember seeing lake Shinji. Feeling that lonely serenity - a perfect balance of darkness that fits me. And that’s where I fell in love with Japan.
Matsue was my first love, but I knew there was more. And now, I’m in a bigger city - this is where I’m meant to be.
I thought I reached the peak of my happiness, but it keeps growing. And it’s coupled with a fear of turbulence, falling into precarious situations. But it’s a good thing, because nothing is perfect. Rather, perfect is imperfect, beautiful chaos.
Though I’m being melodramatic - I’m blood type A+ and I’m going up a great path.
All I have to say is, thank you so much 神様 and all the wonderful people in my life. ^o^