I moved to Okinawa at twenty-two to teach English in Japanese public schools. I had no idea what I was walking into.
The culture shock hit at a level I wasn't prepared for — not the fun kind of disorientation you read about in travel memoirs, but a sustained, bone-deep stress I didn't have language for. I couldn't see what was happening to me from the inside. Looking back, it was the first time I understood — viscerally, not theoretically — what it feels like to be stuck in something you can't name. An outside observer would have spotted it immediately. I didn't have one.
Meanwhile, my students had zero interest in learning English. If I wanted to connect with them, I had to stop trying to make English relevant and start seeing what was actually going on in their lives — the constant, messy growth of being a teenager.
That meant learning to read past what was being said into what wasn't. This is where I learned to see people. Not what they say they need. What they actually need. It's the foundation of everything I do now.