It’s been a year since I moved. It went by fast.
It doesn't really feel like a whole year has passed.
I’ve managed to significantly reduce my stress.
I don't intend to stay here forever, but given the current environment, I think I can live here until I’ve saved up enough money.
There is a very real possibility that things could change.
I love the dappled sunlight and the sound of trees swaying in the breeze.
I never imagined I’d live in this prefecture, so sometimes, while out for a walk, the thought just makes me smile.
The vegetation is so different from back home that it feels like a different world.
Even with the same kanji, surnames are pronounced differently here.
I don't really socialize with anyone, so I still don't know the correct intonation for local place names.
I want to earn enough money and get away from everyone.
I think I’ll go buy some sushi and sake.
Just as I was writing this, I noticed some activity at the vacant house next door—people seem to be using it, and I really don't like that.
Worst-case scenario: I move again.
For the past six months—since the start of the year—I’ve made an effort to avoid current events and market news.
I want to keep avoiding that kind of news for the remaining six months, too—especially market trends; I don't want to look at them even once.
Where will I be a year from now?
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