The decision is made.
I will be flying to Japan next Tuesday.
The last days have been horrible. Not the so much worry about myself, or Japan but rather the not knowing what to do, the swaying back and forth. The indecision and thus the inability to make oneself comfortable with a certain fact has been absolutely aweful. But no more of it.
I will go and whatever happens, things will work out.
As to my current state of information there still is no danger in the prefecture of Toyama and if in a pretty unlikely scenario everything does go to hell, well, then to hell with it. It's not as if anybody can force me to stay there in that case. Actually, in serious danger I guess the Japanese will rather try to get rid of all the foreigners first. Then it would simply be back to Finland, nothing more to it.
Things in Fukushima don't seem to be moving anywhere anytime soon anyway.
Now I just have to try and get myself back into the state of elation I was in before all the trouble started. Right in this moment I'm pretty nervous because I have a week left to get everything in order. I have to pack of course, have to decide which 20kg of all of my things are the most important that I'm allowed to take on the flight. I have to get my whole room packed up as well, so someone else might be able to live in it while I'm gone and hopefully ease my problem of having to pay two rents.
Suddenly everything is moving again, and fast. As if a film had been running for most of its length at only one third the speed, and now, to be able to still see the rest, it's suddenly switched to three times the speed.
Whoa.
The slowly easing into the whole thing that I would have liked to have over the last four weeks is turning into a true Finnish 'avanto' – ice-hole bathing.
Alright then. I'm taking a long run for a proper take-off, jump, aaaand........
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