Today, I gave a short talk about Kangaku, my university in Japan, to the next batch of JTAers.

It was only a short talk, fifteen minutes tops, but it didn’t fail to make me have so many feelings. I wanted to share and talk about a lot of my experience there, but that short time wasn’t enough; heck, I’ve been with my friends who came back from the same program too for the past days now and we still aren’t done talking about our experience in our respective countries! 

I’ve never felt so lonely right after sharing the experience with the next batch - it was just a big ‘pang!’ and there was a sudden gush of loneliness and nostalgia (even if I just came home from Japan ten days ago). I felt so selfish thinking that the next batch might be studying in my school, and they’ll meet the people I’ve met there while I’m back here. Very selfish, I know, but those were the feelings I had at that exact time. I know I’ll be fine sooner or later (-most probably later), but I’ll never ever forget what experience I had there. And I would do anything just to get back there soon again and meet up with them.

Thinking about it makes me teary.

Still, I do hope at least one of the students back there choose Kangaku for his or her JTA program. The experience will definitely be worth it. I know.

もうー。I have too many feelings.