A week in 2015
- July 23, 2015, 11:23 a.m.
- |
- Public
In a week, I leave for Japan. My conversation with Courtney and the long string of goodbyes is making this seem as though I’m marching off to my death. In many ways, I feel that I am. The fact of the matter is: I’m not young anymore.
I’m 29. Going to Japan pretty much ensures that I won’t ever have a wife or a family. I’ll be there, then I’ll come back, and when I return . . . who can say how old I’ll be? It’s not that I necessarily want these things, but I want to know they’re still possible.
People are asking me why I’m not as excited as they thought I’d be. After all, I’m living the dream. Still, it’s a bit rougher when you realize that living the dream means giving up a whole lot at the same time.
3 Comments
You must be logged in to comment. Please
sign in or
join Prosebox to leave a comment.
Amaryllis ⋅ July 24, 2015
Life is long and everyone has baggage and weird stuff. You will be the toast of the town and a huge catch in your late thirties, if you are still unmarried, because you won't have a previous marriage or children. Your choices are exciting. I love that we've chosen opposite paths because we can see/live the other live vicariously through each other. Go on and have wonderful adventures. Create your own history, for your pages remain unwritten. I love you.