Dating sucks in Japan

Japan is a culture of busy bodies, I think. Everybody is in a rush to go somewhere. Advanced booking is generally a must. It is very common to schedule a meeting with your friends a month in advance.   In Mongolia, it is unheard of to schedule a hangout. Usually, I would call up my friend and ask if they would like to go out or have coffee. It is very common to go over to my friend's place to hang out. Impromptu is everywhere.   So, because we are living in a scheduled society, dating sucks in Japan. Recently, a friend of mine recommended I open a Bumble account. I was hesitant at first because I had been catfished through a similar application. But I am giving it a try.   It is very weird to schedule a date a month in advance. Ok it is okay to schedule a date in a week or two, but a month advance feels weird. Also, I still feel hesitant to meet up because I am IMAGINING everything to go bad. My mind is saying prepare for the worst.   Then I remember Brené Brown’s TE...
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It always feels sad to say goodbye.

    It always feels sad to say goodbye. 

    It has been almost a month since I came home. I helped my parents, especially my mom, move things and clean. My mom just started a tourist base an hour from the city center. There were a lot of things to do, specifically, little things that needed to be done. Then I became an inpatient at Bodi Setgelten (the one I was hospitalized back in May of this year). I spent 5 days and got home today. Now, I have a few more days before I go. 

    No matter how many times I have said goodbye to my family and friends, I always feel sad. Initially, I felt like crying. I cried once when I had to leave my 3-month-old brother. Even though I don't cry anymore, I always feel sad. 

    Back in May, I thought to myself that I needed to come back home at least once a year. It helps my sanity and physically ( I am in a cooler environment when it is the hottest in Japan).  Also, I get to help my parents and stay connected with my friends and relatives. So, I plan to come back home every year. 

    I started preparing my luggage today. The feeling came back. The feeling is that it's my inner battle with myself. 

ME#1: You should stay home. 

ME#2: I can't. I have a job. 

ME#1: You should help your parents. 

ME#2: I am helping them.

ME#1: You can find a different job.

ME#2: The salary is too low.

ME#1: Who is going to help your parents when they are not well?

ME#2: They are healthy and doing just fine.

    It goes like this. I am feeling guilty for going to a different country. I feel guilty for not helping my parents and not being near them. I am feeling guilty for not being there for my siblings. HOWEVER, at this moment in my life, everything is okay. My parents are healthy and working. My sister is figuring things out and focusing on her health. My brother will start his high school in Japan. There are a lot of "what ifs." I know, and my family knows that when "what if" happens, things will be different. 

    For people like me who live and work in a different country, things are hard for us. We try to manage by ourselves. We ask for help from the people who have lived longer than we have. We ask for help from our coworkers. We feel lonely from time to time. We worry about our families. We hide our tears behind a smile. We tell white lies in order not to worry our parents and loved ones. I digress. 

    See you!

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