Closing Time.
My time in Japan has come to an end. I'll be leaving, along with my daughter, in 3 short days for America. Today I went to Tsukuba City with my good friend Laura Hirosawa who, along with her hubby Nobu, is expecting a baby boy next month. We talked alot about the upcoming new joy in her family, my family's move, and change in general.
Change is an interesting thing. There was a popular song (one hit wonder) a few years ago called, interestingly enough,--Closing Time. My favorite line from the song said, "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." And thats really true isn't it? My life in America back in July 2003 made a drastic turn when I married a wonderfully handsome man and moved over here to Japan. It was the end of my single life, and also the end of a time where I had only known the country of America as my permanant home.
So, I came to Japan at a beginning. And now that beginning has come to an end. And when I get back, another beginning....a new place on this journey: My husband will return to school for his Master's..I will seek out a job...we'll find a new church...and I'll get to live in the same town with some of my college buds. Not to mention the fact that we'll be living ALOT closer to our families now. Not too shabby.
But you know, when I think about it--this is a new beginning for our daughter as well. She has only known Japan as her home...America was just a place she vacationed at during Christmas.
Its funny what you notice when you're leaving. The billboards, people, and going's on around you suddenly start to jump out. Almost like when I first arrived in Japan... I noticed every billboard, every person, and all the happenings around me. It was so fresh, new, and different than any place I had ever been. Now that I'm leaving--its has if my mind is saying, "You're about to leave all this--soak it up, notice everything."
To be honest, its really hard for me to write this..to know what words to say. I'm literally trying to pull this stuff up, these feelings out of me...because they want to hide. For anyone reading this who knows me well enough..I always have a word. That goes without saying I think. (funny pun...insert laugh here) But, really, I have so many feelings about it, I just don't know what they are yet. I guess thats okay right?
Above those feelings are fear. But, what am I afraid of? Leaving? Starting something new? Failure? The only thing I have thought of is the difficult way I tredded through the mud of my last major adjustment to change. No, not the baby. I'm talking about my first few months in Japan. Talk about the poster child for how "not" to cope with change. I didn't pray, I didn't write, I didn't do much of anything except for think. I was completely closed off from my "world" as I knew it. In a new country, with a new husband, in a new home...and I did not cope well to say the least. So, I pulled in...too far in. And I guess, without going into more details than are needed for a public blog, that I'm afraid of my history repeating itself, you know?
Another fear: America itself. I've heard way too many stories of people and their reverse culture shock once they've returned to their home country. Things that we were used to in our own culture are now going to be the things that stand out to us..probably in a bad way.
So, I'm tired of analyzing tonight...time for solutions.
My solution today: Perspective.
I have to try and keep everything in perspective: Every new beginning really does come from something else ending. An ending, in itself, is not bad. A beginning, in itself, is not bad. They both have lessons to serve the next. I will learn from my last horrible adjustment and do things right as much as I can this time. I will stay in God's face during this transition. I'll be away for my husband for two months as he closes up shop in Japan and finishes his contract. But, I will remember the women who are praying for their husbands on the battlefield in Iraq tonight. And that they would gladly trade places with me---two months? Thats nothing...try one year with the knowledge that your husband will be on the front lines.
My solution for tomorrow: Gratitude.