The ceiling fan spun noisily above my head, a cool accompaniment to my efforts to declutter my stuff. My steady pace was interrupted by youthful pictures of myself from an era ago. Well, not exactly a lifetime ago - Sensei is prone to making exaggerations - but it has been more than a decade since I came back from the Japan Exchange Teaching program.
And yet, I remember those days vividly, like it had happened yesterday. (I doubt that I remember my child-rearing (mis)adventures as saliently!) I was the only gaijin (foreigner) in my schools in the Land of the Rising Sun. My job was mundane as hell, but every day taught me something new, whether it was an insight into the Japanese language or how Japanese youngsters thought or an observation of my host country’s work country. I miss my audacity to start life anew, my optimism that things would unfold okay, and my insatiable sense of adventure. Never would I have the chance to live life untempered by any predetermined trajectory (read: parenthood).
Yet, grow up I must. I steeled my heart, taking pictures of my carefree self, committing them to my digital repository that is Facebook, bidding farewell to him.