Three weeks ago, I moved into my first “real apartment” here in Japan.
I must admit that I was a little bit surprised to discover how ill-at-ease I’d been in the temporary apartments. Realistically-speaking, there’s little material difference between my new apartment and my old one. True, I do have more space, but I can’t really use it now (due to lack of furniture). It is closer to work, but since I’ve been working in a far-away client’s office for the past month, I haven’t really noticed that either. But I’m so much more comfortable and relaxed here than I ever was before.
I suppose that just having a sense of continuity, of knowing where my “home” will be for the next couple years, of having a place in the world, is more important than I originally thought.
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