thank god i'm not a tokyo salary man...

a question of identity

 

dear diary:

 

i know i've ranted to you about this before but please bare with me for a bit...

i just received an e-mail from an ex-pat who is presently living in the asian country of his ethnic origin. i am praying the east vs west turmoil doesn't take it's toll on him...

 

anyways, diary, the correspondence got me thinking about small-boy again. when the wifey and i sent him away to seattle, i hoped that he wouldn't fall into the same trap that many hawaii born young men do when they go away to college. the trap of finding a group of other hawaii born people to spend all of their free time hanging with. man...if he did that, he would be cheating himself out of the opportunity of a lifetime... the opportunity to discover himself and grow.

 

well, diary, last week i actually got a call from mr. high-maintenance. after the usual how's school and stuff, i asked him if he was making any new friends. to my surprise, he explained that a lot of his mainland team mates have begun hanging out at their place. it appears that small-boy's cooking skills are earning him a bunch of new friends. some of his new friends have been picking him up and taking him home for weekend dinners. he's even received a thanksgiving invite from one of the mothers.

 

diary, i couldn't be more happy with how it's working out so far. yeah, he might flunk a bunch of his classes this year. school has always been a tremendous struggle for him. but i know he always tries...

it's the "life lessons" that i'm praying he learns...and he can only learn them on his own...

 

now if i could only convince him to go to japan with me one day. his older brother learned so much about himself when we took him there a few years ago. i don't know why small-boy is so afraid of the place...

 

man, diary...letting go is hard...

Done