The Big Move

OK, to save you all some time reading the old crap that nobody really cares about, Iam going to break it down to you. In 2005 went to japan to get laid. Did not happen but drank, partied and made out with hot j-chicks. My penal was more into herself and her white pen pal then me. But still she ended up paying for most things. (the Japanese exchange rate was 110 yen to the dollar compared to today 98 yen to the dollar.) So I had a good 3 weeks and came back to America BROKE, but ended up going back to college. Met a nice Korean girl and was with her for 6 amazing years. Went to japan 1 time while with her and also went to Korea to meet her parents. When we both arrived back in the United Stated we went our separate ways. I went back to Japan for 3 months and she went to Korea. As much as we loved each other we still wanted to be with each other. So when she continued school in the U.S we ended up back together. But she moved 3 hours away and we were together for 2 years after that. In the long run we ended up breaking up. So since I could not re kindle things with her I decided to live my life and move to Japan. My childhood dream. ^+^

As of today August 4th 2012 I begin my journey in surviving in the amazing country. I will document my life as it unfolds, and hopefully will uncover the underground of this country.

I would say moving to Japan was not so easy. It was a step I knew I had to take on account of I was not happy in my hometown. I had a great job, wore a suit to work, made good money, stayed out of trouble and always looked on the bright side of things. I dedicated years of my life taking care of my family and my relationship. But a person can only handle so much when they are not appreciated. I sold my car, sold my x-box, sold my phone, basically sold my life and packed my life in suitcases. I knew what I had to do.

Sacrifice is something most people don't understand. I am not talking about the feeling you get when you sacrifice your child lol. I mean when you are young you have a lot of wants and really don’t focus on what you need. I mean come on do you really need a I phone 4s that scratches your ass from a laser in space? That’s money out of your pocket I had that attitude in high school, however I knew that my town was filled with lost dreams. From the fat couples with babies at Walmart to the guy working at jack in the box to pay off his student loans.  I sold my car for 2,500 and bought a motorcycle for 900$ and threw the rest of it in the bank. IN THE BEGINNING OF WINTER. I froze my ass off and I almost had a heat stroke in the summer. BUT at least I was only paying 7 bucks a week for gas and riding a bike is very therapeutic. Saving money was hell. I am not kidding sheer and utter hell. I really wanted my money to grow and my desperateness of moving to Japan was so vast that I never went out. I never bought a simple coke for $1.00. I said no and became fierce with people who I usually treat all the time. It was sacrifice I had to make. The feeling you get when you work hard, and you get home and tell yourself. “ it’s ok I deserve that I worked hard all day” so you end up spending your money to maintain your mental stability. I became stronger with my stabilizing my mental state and the only happiness I sought was opening my bank account. I loved my games so I taught myself how to download and hack my games. Anywho.

I decided to move to Japan because I had what I wanted but in the wrong city. I would rather be homeless in Japan then be wearing a suit in my city that has doomed so many. Once I realized my relationship with my ex would could not be fixed, I looked in my high school yearbook and saw what I posted in the “my dream section” I stated “to live and die in Japan”.