Nihongo Buddy

Suddenly, faced with a sea of hiragana after a sabbatical from nihongo for nearly a 6 weeks, I blanked out.

I am upset and a tad wistful.

Upset because I felt like I'm spiraling out of control. I have no idea wad the bean sprout words, strung together are trying to say to me. I cant decipher. And I'm not familiar with that feeling. I hate being lost.

I am wistful. For the longest time, I kept wishing I had someone to go class with. Someone to practise nihongo with. Someone I can ask questions from. A familiar face in the crowd.

Perhaps its too much to ask for.
That Nihongo buddy and Femme Independence are perfect oxymorons.

Yet.. If I could have anything I want at this moment.
I want a Hobby Buddy - a nihongo buddy, a jogging buddy, a cycling buddy or just simply a shopping buddy. ( I already have a Ladies' Nite buddy - CHEERS SU!)

Grit and bear. Sometimes, one needs to walk alone.
What can't kill you, will only make you stronger.