To say that leaving my home and family after 25 years made me sad would be an understatement. I was heartbroken. Proud to say that I just managed to conceal it on the night my dear family saw us off at the airport. It wasn’t an overnight healing.
Over a year has passed since I came to Japan, a total unfamiliar country, in order to be with the love of my life and I’m more than delighted to say that it has been so wonderful sharing our lives together under the same sky. But outside that loving embrace is the part where I have to learn how to survive in a place where I know no one by heart but my husband. The different language used by many is the hardest. I know a very few nice people, but I can still sense this wall covered with language difference, distinct culture, contrasting perceptions and so on. Another thing that challenges me is the changing seasons which I don’t really experience in my country. Some may think that living abroad is the sweetest cake you can get, but I say no, not always. However, amidst the ocean of uncertainties, worries, and fears, is a man who’s my lifeguard. Being with him makes me feel safe, protected by the love we have for each other. God knows how grateful I am for him.