my buddy c was supposed to meet me for beer after work yesterday, at the grad lounge. while waiting for him, i bumped into m, whom i’d met at the dubcee some years ago. back then, we bonded over the fact that we both grew up in toronto. i think about her sometimes, cuz she’s one of those people who triggered my precognition: i’ve always felt like something in my future involves her. anyway, we chatted about academic angst/feminism/whatever while standing in the grad centre lobby. after a while, i decided that i’d been stood up by c, and accepted m’s invite to join her for a drink instead.
we only hung out for an hour or so, but it was one of those fast-paced energetic conversations that feed my expanding capacity for new plans and schemes.
remember last spring, when i wrote about deciding not to go to japan for 10 days? well, it’s come up again, but differently: m has invited me to share an apartment with her in tokyo for april-june. three months in japan… such a good amount of time! long enough to feel it, short enough to not get stuck in bad moods.
how could i afford it? m has a contract at a school for those months, and says i could probably teach too. but i don’t have any experience! could get some before going, i suppose: there are tons of ESL schools here in this city. m’s other advice is to simply get a working holiday visa, which is what she did when she first went there years ago. not sure if my smattering of bike mechanics/web programming/publishing software/co-op development/barrista skills would apply to many jobs, especially since i know next to no japanese. i’m a good copy editor, though. maybe i could just tutor english? or… be a conversation partner for queers wanting to learn english? heh heh. it’s a specialized vocabulary!
i don’t know. it’s an exciting idea. i’m doing pretty good financially, working evenings/weekends on website contracts. also, i used to be obsessed with japan, and even took a language class when i was fifteen. another consideration is that the visa is only open to people younger than 30 years old. i don’t want to regret that i didn’t take advantage of this opportunity. at the same time, it’s so unknown: whether i’ll hate it there, or not be able to find work, or if i’d be better off committing to bigger/better things here in my community. yeah. i don’t know. advice?