We went to the JapanExpo yesterday.

It was good submerging ourselves in this culture we once lived in. Virginia and I met in Kyoto, Japan when we were fiercely “independent”. Yeah, right!

The expo was good and we caught up on some culture we realized we sorely were missing. There were doll masters, a superb demonstration of Ninjas at work and Karate. Bet you didn’t know this but at one time, I was the 13th Ninja in France. Long story short, I took up Ninja-tsu and it was one of my most amazing experience until I realize what we had to do for the black belt. Secrets, secrets

We also realized living in Japan, at least ten years ago was fun, carefree, filled with easy money and friends. Being expats is one of the best and loneliest feelings in the world. You are away from anything familiar so you flock to one another enjoying company you’d never thought you would back home. In fact, girls were much more in tune to my charms. Thanks, how about doing the same when I was back home

We finally concluded that living in Japan at that time was a great way to be a successful underachiever. You didn’t work a heck of a lot, made tons of money, never set out for a “career” as we frantically do here and had tons more fun. Something is bizarre with this equasion. We had money, had free time, plenty of friends, probably owned less material things than we do here and were much, much happier. I guess eventually you have to “grow up”. But I still wonder if we don’t trade too much doing this. We start going out there for this career, working for a society that crams down our throats things we really don’t need. It’s thought…