A temporary solo assignment. My little castle has been built

🌱 There is an option called a solo assignment 🌱


When the topic of a job transfer came up, the first thing that crossed my mind was
“The commute is going to take quite a while...”

But, the next moment.

——Wait?

My children are already working adults.
Even if I’m not here every day, won’t this house run just fine?

There is also the option of a solo assignment near the office.

When I thought of that,
I couldn't help but grin.

Living alone for the first time in my life.

And, it’s for a limited time.

I found myself thinking that this might actually be... fun.

And so, I talked to my children and decided to take the solo assignment.

“What! Won’t that be tough?”
“Won’t you be lonely?”

Those were the reactions from people around me.

But I will be honest.

Inside my heart——

I was doing a little fist pump (lol)

🌿 The first thing that came to me was a sense of liberation 🌿

There was a part of me that felt a little relieved.

My children have grown up,
and the time had come when my roles in the house were changing little by little.

I might be able to have time where I am not just “Mom”.

In a small room,
living just for myself.

Not on anyone else’s schedule,
waking up, eating, and sleeping at my own pace.

When I imagined that future,
my chest felt suddenly lighter.

Of course, it wasn’t that I had no anxiety.

But more than that,

“I might be able to be a little free”

that feeling won out.


Of course, it wasn’t that I had zero guilt.

Even though I am a mother.
Even though I am a wife.

But at the same time,

“What am I like when I am neither a mother nor a wife?”

that curiosity was also bubbling up.

Living alone for the first time in my 50s.

Even though I thought my youth was already over,
it feels like a second chapter is beginning.

I found myself getting a little excited.

💡 Only what is necessary is fine 💡

Not things for the family,
but the time spent choosing “only the things I use” is somehow fresh.

While packing cardboard boxes with a minimalist mindset,

I ask myself, “Do I really need this?”

Every time I reduced my belongings,
I felt like one of my roles was becoming lighter.

What I realized while choosing my luggage was that

reducing belongings
is similar to shedding a role.

It was also
a time to re-select what is necessary for “the current me”.

Since I’m at it, I’ll enjoy it to the fullest.

Time where I can spend it at my own pace without worrying about anyone.

Just that alone was somehow fresh.

The house I live in with my family is “everyone’s house”.

But this is different.

This is my castle.

That sense of accomplishment was beyond my imagination.


🌸 Since I’m at it, I’ll move forward a little too 🌸

Time to relax is also comfortable.

But, since it is my time alone,

maybe I should study something.
Maybe I should try to get a qualification.
Taking lessons might also be good.

While watching my children move toward their future,

I started to think, “Can’t I also start something new?”

I started to feel that way.



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※ I have been involved in moving for 7 consecutive years. Each time, things increase, decrease, and I get lost again...
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