So, yesterday I should have boarded an airplane and flew 10-12 hours to Tokyo. Right now, I would be sitting in the fancy Keio Plaza Hotel in Shinjuku, listening to boring meetings, and looking out of the windows to see the neon metropolis; thousands of Tokyo-ites going about their daily business.
I was selected for the JET Program. I had one of the sweetest assignments, a small beach town on the western coast of Japan. I gave it up though, for a teaching/coaching position close to home. I've tried to put it out of my head since I had to decline the position, but I cant help feeling it today, since I would be in Japan right now had I gone through with it. Its hard to swallow. It was something I really wanted. It was a struggle all spring and summer, trying to figure out what I was going to do.
So close, yet so far.
