After a long and arduous process, my application to join the ranks of JET CIRs (Japanese Exchange and Teaching Program: Coordinator for International Relations) has been rejected.
But don’t worry about me, my generation is the generation of rejection.
What this realistically means is that the chances of me moving to Japan within the next five years has fallen to about 1% or lower. I have been known to throw double-criticals in D&D before (0.25%), but now it’s safe for me to both mentally and financially plan for staying here. Which in turn means that it is likely I will soon join the ranks of Texan gun owners, I may start investing in a motorcycle, a masters degree in mathematics, and (ironically?) you can bet your ass I’ll be translating a lot more (in terms of more ambitious projects).
In two days time I’ll be 24. In some parts of the world reaching this age means an effective end of individuality. Many people of earlier generations already were locked into a family, even today many people have already found themselves in their terminal job, or some other sort of immutable position.
I can’t think that way. I may never be wealthy, but I will make sure I have the time of my life.
I look forward to another year and I hope that you all enjoy!