So I finally got my arse in gear, quit everything, and bought myself an open-ended ticket to Japan.

Going back home for a bit!
This place objectively isn't much different, but it doesn't feel like where I belong.


The plan for when I come back is the same as it's been, on and off, for a good few years. Get a shit job, rent a shit one-room apartment, have a shit life, build up enough dinero to warp to Ontario, Canada, re-start the old print media company I inherited back in my teens that I still own all the rights and registrations for, work myself into the ground, and die miserable and alone with too many cats and so much love that could have been so good rotting away in my unwanted heart.


Nice to have a plan though.