Start of the new year. My 3rd year in Japan, the year I graduate and should start prepping for the next stage. I’ve been petting fluffy animals all of March to emotionally prepare for this. I can do this.
The sakuras have turned green, a third of my colleagues have dyed their hair black and are walking around in black suits, the word ‘thesis’ is looming heavily in the air.
New exchange students are walking around in awe at being in Japan, I continue to not know any of them >.> but it’s nice to take in the atmosphere from a distance.
Facebook keeps showing me pictures from when I got here, 2 years ago, which leads to some interesting daily introspection about my life.
We got our grades and it turns out that I got a couple of Bs last semester, which was oddly depressing to find out about.
I am still a sloth because my brain refuses to admit that the holiday is over.