nearing the end of the line

i found out yesterday morning, that my adorable, humourous, humble, likeable boss is leaving singapore for his hometown end of july.

i still cannot believe that he is leaving, strangely. one thing is for sure, is that we're easier around each other, more cheerful, more open. there was a distinct shift in position and perspective and we're taking it all a little easier...

i still cannot believe that he's leaving. maybe it hasn't hit me yet. he's such a great boss, working for him is like playing. every day i've been playing and reading and playing and playing and playing.

..i know that this period for me is incubatory, i just didn't know when it'll end. i had wondered about that during when i first joined the company, when i'll feel better, when this stint will end, when i'll be ready to start another phase of my life - there's got to be a "signal" somewhere and when i thought well, alright - and before i can come to a conclusive thought there the signal is.

end of july. i'll probably stick around till end of august, then i'll move on. that is for the new person taking over fujimoto-san. that is so i know that he will have better footing in singapore, that loose ends will have been tied up already, and he will be able to handle it.

another door with open, probably before then, and the path for me will carry on will be apparent.


...through the years that my boss has worked in singapore, he hadn't quite expected the HQ to be calling him back to japan now. according to him he was a little distraught when he heard the news himself... perhaps it's because he is an untidy person? haha

unfunny jokes aside... i know i'm going to spend the following weeks and days in the office remembering each and every moment, the kind of practical jokes we play on each other, the nonsensical things we try to teach each other... it's a great thing to be here, fujimoto-san.

yeah, i want to tell him that. i want to tell him that it's been a great time spent here with him, that it will be one of the best times i've ever had in my life; i will always - i promise, always - remember it. i have the newspaper cutouts to document the time when i am here, in sankei shimbun. january, and counting. still counting.


i'm sorry he had to leave; i probably won't see him again. i do hope, though, that he will be well, that our paths hopefully may cross another time in our lives.

so i can tell him, hello fujimoto-san, i am back! tadaima! - and grin at him, like i usually do.