There were tears, whispered conversations, coin-flipping, bribery-fuelled negotiations, even a few break-ups. Nothing could spark drama among my friends and coworkers during my time in Japan like this one word: Recontracting. Once a year, in the darkest, coldest and most depressing time of year, I had to sign my name on one of two lines: “I […]Read More Stay The Course or Abort Mission?
There is a small speck of dust in the pit of my stomach when I wake up. It grows quickly as I go through the motions I planned out so carefully the day before. Get dressed, throw nightclothes into bag. The dust becomes the size of a mustard seed. Fold bedding, place neatly in the corner. Now it’s becoming […]Read More The Day I Left
Reverse culture shock is an interesting beast. It’s been six weeks that I’ve been back in Canada after living in Japan for four years, and I am in a weird headspace. People ask how the adjustment is going; it is certainly bewildering. I feel that I have not actually adjusted a single bit, but that I have […]Read More So This Is Canada: 12 Unguarded Observations of a Returning Canadian