Life, for me, has reached a new crossroad. My mother and father are retiring and traveling abroad. I had been living with them since I returned home from college and the feelings of adulthood, independence and responsibility have suddenly fallen on my shoulders.
I recall in my earlier years of schizophrenia recovery, I had this dream of saving up money to visit Japan. It would act as a kind of benchmark of my own ability to live for myself as a survivor of mental illness. Year after year, I dealt with various responsibilities and that dream had never really been fulfilled.
Looking ahead on the future, I realize that time is short and opportunities fleeting. My family, friends and supporters will one day be a passing memory.
I recall all the years that I had been visiting my mom’s boss’ house, and the lost days and hours that eventually turned to years. There were Winter swells and low tide, and the light of traffic in the westward direction on late nights going home from Hawaii Kai. There were McDonald’s runs, bacon cheese fries, and music on the radio. I’m going to miss this when it’s gone.
