Saying More with Less

“Living abroad is a lot like being an alcoholic: you have to take things one day at a time. You’ll have your good days, and your bad days.”-Me, after Japan

My readers may have noticed that May has been strangely quiet. I have, in fact, been writing quite a bit, but have felt that several of my journal entries have been unsuitable to publish.

Living abroad can be a humbling experience, with challenges as difficult as they are varied. I just spent thirty minutes trying to purchase tickets for the upcoming Korea vs. Serbia soccer match, to no avail. This is an ordinary frustration, not even worth writing about. Getting lost? Trouble with simple tasks? These things are routine and part of the everyday fabric of life abroad.

However, these last two weeks, work has been more stressful than it has been for any stretch the rest of the year. I won’t elaborate. And I had a date–one with whom I thought there was real potential–cancel on me last minute. I won’t elaborate on this either.

While the stress and disappointment left me upset and at a lack for confidence, a week later I have had a renewed reason to hope. I don’t want to jinx my apparent good luck, so I will not elaborate (for now).

Tomorrow is a new day and a new week. Wednesday is a new month. I hope this new day, new week, and new month will bring better fortunes, of which I will be more than happy to elaborate on further.