6 years ago, as I’m writing this now, we were meeting our friend, Kevin, at Fukuoka International Airport, loading up luggage, and setting off driving across the northern part of Kyushu.
How did we get to this point, and how have we stayed for so long is a mystery to me.
A random facebook post about looking for teachers by Kevin, someone we had known from conventions a long time ago (codename: Vinnk), interested my husband. He was a teacher in the US, but only a part-time hire, and it sounded fun to him. Why not move to the other side of the world for 18 months?
It was only supposed to be 18 months!
This is a running theme with foreigners here, I think.