Moving Day

Moving is never a fun task. It is especially unenjoyable when one has an ass-load of class work due right after. But here I go again.

Juggling stuffed boxes and the myriad loose odds and ends that cluttered my desk, shelf and floor, I set off across the parking lot for an apartment less noisy where some studying could be done. Now that I'm here, I remember just what it is that I hate about moving: settling in. Getting used to a new environment has never been easy.

While I've travelled extensively through Japan, it never bothered me to be on the go so often because even while roaming the Kanto area as a regional assistant I had a homebase apartment in Saitama-ken. What I've come to realize is that even though I move, even when I was overseas, those few true friends in my life have moved with me, if only in spirit. It seemed as though no matter where I found myself one day or the next, these individuals always maintained contact and remained very much a part of my life across the miles and years.

So while its been tough this time, as graduation approaches and I don't know where God will direct me afterward, I find myself more at ease with my situation facing the unknown ahead. I know that I will never be alone, as one is never truly alone who has friends.