Correction

I'm no longer a liar.

I am officially going to Japan next year.

Now, this is slightly strange for me. I have mixed emotions. Don't get me wrong I'm ecstatic about the opportunity to bask in the glory of another country's culture and certainly will do so without fail. But...I'm nervous.

After waiting for over a month, with the constant self re-assurance that I would be going, it has all fallen into place. Going by the estimated departure date, I have 135 days left in Australia before I double that amount in Japan.

I'm terribly excited, I'm horrible nervous and I'm slightly melancholy.

I'm terribly excited:
I can experience what this world has to offer, I can learn a new language, a new culture and a new way of life. That is something that will surely change me as a person for the better. Plus, it will help me gain independence, a trait which eludes me in favour for its more convenient twin, co-dependence.

I'm horribly nervous:
While Japan offers me all these wonderful things, I'm afraid of being unable to communicate. The world revolves on communication, without it each person would be building their own tower of Babylon, unable to work together. If I'm going to miss one thing it will be the certainty in myself that I can inform others what is happening.

Imagine If I'm having a heart attack and don't know the words, I can't tell anyone what is happening and, in my ditress, all I can summon up are the words: "heart" and "accident". What if it makes no sense? What if they tilt their heads and ponder over my meaning while I die lying on a unimprtant backstreet of Kyoto.
You have to admit, that's a little scary, and a little exaggerated, I realise that. But for purposes sake...

I'm slightly melancholy:
300 days. It seems like such an expanse of time that looms when I think that it will be that long be for I hug my Kitty Kat again, Lucy Loo, Constable Christie or my beautiful, supporting, loving mother.

It will be sad to part and I am sure the coming months will make it harder but it's only ten months out of my life. If I live untill I am eighty that's just 1.05% of my life. That's not a lot when I can spend the remaining 99.95% with all the people I love.

I'll be happier once I receive my letter tomorrow containing details. Then I'll probably go hyperactive and post random nonsense. So, I apologize in advance for any jibberish that is posted. My mind is not always my own. 0_0

<3

Ashley-chan