Today I miss Japan terribly and I can only blame myself for it. Wanderlust has always been part of my life but it’s gotten worse these past few days. My sleep pattern is in shreds, I have trouble focusing on anything and I spend too much time searching for ways to leave. And weather in Poland doesn’t make my life any easier: it’s 17 Celsius below zero at the moment and the temperature is still dropping. No soothing walks for me.
So, to make myself feel better, I spent half of today going through the photos from my visit in Japan last May. Terrible idea! Made me even more miserable. What I would give to be there now…
Especially as I have no idea when I’ll be able to leave Poland for longer than a week and my next trip is to Scotland, not Tokyo. I should be booking my flight ticket to Glasgow, not trying to find some conferences abroad or Japan-based exchange program for academics.
Well, tbh what I really SHOULD be doing is preparing for teaching uni students as the winter break is almost over, but when the Wanderlust hits me that hard it’s difficult to sit in one place for longer than one hour. So my first class might look a bit like that (minus yellow tentacles):
I now I’m biased but that’s how I’ve felt since yesterday evening, when I got the most perfect Christmas gift (in my family we give each other presents on the Christmas Eve).
(I’m in the middle of preparing Christmas dinner, so I’m gonna skip details and go to the most important part of my story.)
Anyway, I was opening my presents and found some rather useful ones, some funny ones, a book by Tolkien (obviously), and one volume of manga.
One volume of manga which made me really happy because seriously, parents seldom buy things like that. I thanked everyone, saw what others got and this was supposed to be the end of that evening. And then my mom gave me a box and said, “I forgot to put it under a tree.”
I found these inside:
All volumes of this particular manga that are available in Poland! I felt like crying and got a little bit too emotional. My hands were shaking, I couldn’t speak, started counting them and putting them in order… I probably looked like that:
I don’t remember the last time I was that emotional. And it wasn’t just about the fact that I got all of them, it was also about this element of surprise (I found out later that it was planned) and the fact that I got them from my parents. I still can’t believe it!
I have to go. But I want to wish you all the best Christmas/Hanukkah/Solstice/end of this year ever! Be merry!