I’m at Changi Airport now, waiting to board the flight. It’s been about five months since I first applied to teach English in Tokyo and the day has finally arrived for the big move.
I’m equal parts excited and apprehensive. Apprehensive because a part of me has gotten really comfortable with life in Singapore, and for someone who doesn’t speak any Japanese and has never been outside Narita Airport, I suppose there’s a niggling worry about what to expect.
The plan for now is to work in Tokyo for a year and like it enough to stay a second.
I like Singapore more now than in my early to mid 20s, which admittedly, is kind of strange. Maybe this move to Tokyo will strengthen my love affair with Singapore, albeit from afar.