Apparently, I’m to live by myself.
I’m to live by myself, in a 16 square metre room, with my own bathroom, my own fridge, my own landline, but to cook, or to watch T.V., I will need to socialise with other people on my floor because that’s communal. (I really hope my eventual floormates know how to clean after themselves, because I really don’t want to cook in a dirty kitchen… and I hate cooking already dirty dishes aren’t going to help increase my motivation at all.)
Despite knowing where I’m living, and knowing how much rent I’m paying, I’m yet to know when I get there. Of course, I know that the time frame for my departure to the Land of the Rising Sun is sometime in late March or super early April, but the exact date? I’ll find out early-mid March. Which gives me maybe two weeks between knowing when I leave, and actually leaving.
Only two weeks? Some people, like my mama, might think, outraged. Only two weeks to prepare for a year away??! Two weeks to apply for things and get everything ready??!!? That’s not even enough time to prepare for a one-day party, let alone a year!!!!!111!!one!
I used to think that too. But now that I’m in this position, just waiting for things to happen… I think… not knowing is okay. I feel like knowing the exact dates for when I leave will make it seem final. I’ll have to finally finish cleaning my room. I’ll have to make sure I finish all my snacks in my room. I’ll have to start saying ‘See you in a year!’ to people I don’t see for years anyway. But, at the moment, without an actual date, my imminent departure is just floating around in the air, as an eventual someday-it-will-happen rather than a final goodbye-dear-friends-miss-me-a-bit-see-you-in-a-year.
But since I can’t really just sit here and do nothing for the weeks leading up to it until I find out when I leave and start swearing at how much I need to do and how much I haven’t done… what can I actually do?
For one thing, I’ve started studying. Just so I can say more than just すみません (excuse me) and 日本語を分かりません (I don’t understand Japanese) to people. I’ve exchanged some $$ for ¥¥. And I’ll go and open a magical no-transaction-fee, usable-in-fifty-million-countries bank account, just so I can avoid opening up a Japanese bank account and trying to understand what the heck they’re saying about terms and conditions when I don’t even really understand half of what the terms and conditions are when I open an account in Australia. Where they speak English.
In any case, things are happening, and time is passing, and eventually I’ll know the date for flying to Japan and I’ll start panicking at how little I’ve actually cleaned my room, but for now, I’ll just slowly work my way through the days and enjoy all the little moments that life has to offer.
Like 20 degree weather in the middle of an Australian summer.