achieving pleasure
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Thu May 05 05 / 1:35 PM

It's Golden Week: a string of national holidays for Japanese, and the busiest time of the year for English teachers. Except for me, because I work evenings. The days are booked solid, but I'm sitting on my second free lesson of the night. I love this job: working on the other side of the world, instructing polite people, being asked questions I have the answers for.

The staffroom is always happy because we know how great our jobs are. Mel is someone I can talk with about anything, Peter is someone I can hang out with anytime. A joke I told on break last month is still being repeated. I lust after beautiful intelligent students, I am in awe of their motivation and ambition, and I know I will never encounter people like them again. Suddenly I want to see how their lives turn out. The closer I get to leaving, the more I want to stay.

I am definitely happy to be on the downhill slope to home, but my heart is growing preemptively fonder for my future absence from Japan. I waved at a boy in the back of a van the other day, and he waved back. A woman at the post office struck up a conversation with me in English on Monday. Such things only happen to me when I exude peace and personability.

I am desperate to leave and desperate to stay. I love it here, I will miss it here.



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Lisa Higgs
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