I can’t believe it’s the end of March already. This year is going by so quickly. In no time, the game I’m working on will be wrapped up and Edu and I will be headed to Brazil, and shortly after that we’ll be packing up and moving to Japan. Crazy, eh? I am so ready to move to Tokyo. My emotions about the whole thing have swung completely in the opposite direction now since the news first hit us. I’m not just feeling better about the idea of moving to Tokyo, I can’t wait to go.
I decided to spend the weekend in Vancouver. Partly a trip to deal with Canadian bureaucracy, the other part an excuse to visit family, the trip turned out to be a lot better than I was expecting. Heading out Friday evening, I really didn’t feel like going, mostly because this was to be a solo trip and that meant that Edu and I would be apart for two whole days. It’s crazy to think that we survived a year apart from each other at one point, considering the dread that the prospect of a mere two days apart instilled in me.
Nonetheless, I was still looking forward to spending some quality time with my family, and so off to Vancouver I went. This visit was particularly poignant, since, in light of recent news, it might have actually been one of the last opportunities I’d have to fly back home and see my family for the weekend.
And in an interesting turn of events, after a few months of beginner language lessons (I still can’t speak a lick of Japanese), and years of dreaming and talking about it, Edu and I have both just received great offers to work at an amazing studio in Tokyo. It looks like we will be moving to Japan this year.
HOLY SHIT, WE ARE MOVING TO JAPAN.
Holyshitholyshitholyshit.
