Starting Over in Japan
Moving to Japan has slowly made me erase pieces of my old life. It really feels like starting from zero again. Everything is new here — the language, the system, the habits, the people, even the small daily routines. Every day feels like another lesson in adaptation. Recently, I deleted the phone numbers I had been using since high school. It sounds simple, maybe even trivial to some people, but it felt strangely emotional. Those numbers carried years of memories. Friends, family, old classmates, late-night conversations, random calls, important moments — people knew me through those numbers. For a long time, those numbers were part of my identity. And now, they no longer exist. This morning, I woke up feeling unexpectedly sad. I suddenly realized that someone I once considered a close friend has never truly tried to stay in touch with me since I moved here. I was always the one reaching out first. Even when they replied, it felt reluctant, distant, almost forced. Maybe some frien...
