Sticking It Out

I specifically remember the uncomfortable chair in the cafe hidden in one of the many underground corridors of Ueno Station. There was also the constant clatter of weekend foot traffic and my first real taste of freedom in quite some time. I hadn't come to the realization that flying and falling are pretty much the same sensation.
I went to the cafe for the computers, but more specifically to get the latest from back home. My sister sent me a link to my grandfather's obituary in the local paper, and to this day I still cry when I read it. In the year and a half since, I can see that everyone has their own way of coping with these things. I took the advice of the two people I trust the most and focused on the job I had just started. I had hot cakes for breakfast in the cafe and spent the day wandering around a museum with the most electrifying person I know.
Some friends invited me over for dinner that night, and we chatted about the new job. "Sticking it out is overrated," one said. "Every time someone has told me to stick something out, it's never worth it."
I quit that job six months later, halfway through my contract. I gave it a try, gave it my best. I'm glad I didn't stick it out.