I lived in Japan for three years and I miss being there. Japan offered me a sense of peace as an introvert rather than what America could provide. The friends I’ve made had evolved into a family bond, yet I often think of them. The memories I hold dear to my heart makes me wish I hadn’t left, but my finances and not being to land a job brought me back to the States.

America use to feel like home (Pre-Covid Era), but coming back feels like a hollow dread in my soul. Being back with family is great and all, however, the country I once believed in potential opportunities and dreams is non-existent.

Japan will always be my home because of the experiences and personal growth that I’ve gained there. It helped me to realize how I can improve as an individual. The food, culture, people, langauge, history, and imperfections of Japan is why I fell in love with the country. Ultimately, I long to see my best friend again over there because she’s my hope in this life.