In a search of financial security...

Everywhere you see, you will encounter posts that say you should do this to increase your passive income or learn and use AI to create an income stream. That is exactly what my sister and I decided to do. This is where we will document everything we did and how much we made. The reason for us documenting everything in written form is that everything is sight-heavy in a way you watch and see. However, at least to me, it feels like when I watch something for a long time, there is a disconnection between my sight and my brain. So, to stimulate my brain using my eyes, writing things out is the way to go. When I read, I imagine the scene and feel the emotions that tantalize me. Hopefully, this is the case for you.   Back to our financial security plan... So, we do "Sister Check-Ins" every week. This is where we talk about everything, literally everything. There will be some family gathering planning or what we are watching (as in movies) and reading. Of course, anything related to...
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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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