Today was the hardest day ever in my life.
For 90% I lost my job. I feel like I am in pain.
I liked my job. I worked really hard to get it. Did I make a right decision?
I met my friends. Everyone told me to not worry and be happy.
It hurts me when I am with a happy crowd.
Why can't I be happy like those people?
I keep telling myself. "I shouldn't worry. I shouldn't expect anything."
But I do have concerns and sadness never leaves from my heart.
I will pack and go first thing in the morning tomorrow.
Before things get worse... Is it getting worse?
I am afraid because there is no answer.
But I do know that if I lose a chance, I might never come again.
Maybe this is my chance to learn something...
The confirmation number of my flight is...NowJapanAyaRUN!!
I take it as a go sign.
It was a full moon day. A big earthquake hit right before I told coworkers that I was leaving this country.
Sings are everywhere... but I don't know what they all mean.
I hope I can make it to my destination.
Now it's getting a lot harder than the moment I made the decision.
I hope I can at least get out from this stress. The stress that kept me down for last three days.
I couldn't sleep, eat, speak, laugh, and concentrate.
It was killing me.
I packed my suitcase light but also I packed it as if I'm not coming back.
I took all my money from my bank account.
I prepared some necessary documents.
I talked my family and warned the danger as much as possible.
I had fun time with my friends and family too.
I bought a plant for my mother's birthday present on 21st. I won't be here.
I got some food and water for my family.
Did I prepare enough?
I will be coming back here soon if I can. I hope everything will be fine like people say.
I hope so.
It's exciting and scary.
I will be happy when I understand what all it means.
Thank you for your posts. They keep me alive.
