I have recently got back from a trip to Norway. I’ve spent a week out there, enjoying the fresh air, learning how to cross-country ski, and generally getting myself relaxed and refreshed before my final week of departure prep for Japan.
There are many things that I’ve learnt during this week, but I won’t bore you with the details. However, one of the main things that has happened I will bore you with:
I’ve had my ‘Oh, Snap!’ moment about Japan.
You know what I mean by an ‘Oh, Snap!’ moment, right? When reality suddenly becomes . . . well . . . real. If you picture the “Kevin!” scene from Home Alone (and don’t even joke about not having seen that classic) you’ll get an idea of what I’m talking about.
Except it isn’t that I left the fact that I’m moving to Japan home alone, it’s more that the idea hadn’t sunk in. I guess maybe the way I’m feeling is more similar to how folk feel the day before their wedding or before their first child is born. Or when you look up and realise there’s only 10 minutes left of an exam.
The question that I’ve been most asked these last few weeks when talking about my impending move to Japan has been, “How are you feeling?” I’ve tried to give an answer, but for the most part the answer has been, “I’m not really.”
See it just hasn’t felt real—my moving to Japan. It’s felt kind of distant. I haven’t really felt the emotions that I know I will feel when I leave. I’m a bit like that. Normally the penny doesn’t drop until the very last second. So I’d presumed the same would be true for Japan—that I’d be really calm until I’m sat on the plane and it starts to pull onto the runway.
Turns out I was wrong. As I’ve dawdled on in blissful ignorance, my ‘Oh, Snap!’ moment has been stealthily tracking nearer, like a relentless ninja assassin. And in Norway is where he found me.
I’m not sure if it was because we’d been discussing other ‘Oh, Snap!’ moments from our life journeys, or whether it was because I had a week free from distractions to let my emotions catch up with me. Maybe it was just that I entered the less-than-2-weeks phrase. Or that I was saying goodbye to another really close friend. Possibly I just ate too much fish.
As you can tell, I don’t have much profound to say at this juncture. Partly because I’m still slightly overwhelmed by the fact that I have less than 10 days before I leave. So, instead I’ll leave it to you . . .
Tell me about your ‘Oh, Snap!’ moments: what, when, where, why, how?
And most importantly (at least for me): how did you handle it?