When I leave here and go outside, I will be in JAPAN.
Well, duh, okay, I know even in the building, even at work, I'm still in Japan. But everyone speaks English...it's the one place I can mayyyyybe forget for half a second.
It's been more than two months, and it still surprises me all the time that I actually live here. I really don't know how, because the reminders are RELENTLESS.
Here's a sampling from the last 24 hours for you:
|A little Nuance Airy to start the day?|
|Every morning, I visit my train mascot friend. He's ALWAYS happy to see me.|
That's right. Nineteen vending machines. They are EVERYWHERE. And that's despite the fact that I also pass THREE convenience stores, a major grocery store, two pharmacies, and a drinks and snacks kiosk. Oh and let's not leave out the three bakeries and two cafes. And the countless restaurants and noodle shops. If ever you are in Tokyo, rest assured: you will never be more than 50 feet from a beverage, or a snack, should you need one. How do they stay so skinny? NO CLUE. America couldn't handle it...buncha fatties.
|Snack time! Puffed pea snacks!|
|I. Don't. Know.|
|Okay. Pumpkins are green. Accepted.|
|Meat candy. Check.|
|And the last store I pass before I walk up to work. Gets me every time.|
Then there was a minor earthquake last night, but since it was like the third one in three days, it didn't even rate grabbing my phone to check the seismological service website. How crazy is that?! But whatever...where I work, there are TSUNAMI PROCEDURES posted in the staff room. Normal junk, y'all.
Last night when we got home, we found THIS on our front door:
In the past month, three of us have been stopped by Japanese men when walking home asking to be "friends." They are apparently mesmerized by our milky skin, round eyes, and movie star English. WHO WOULDN'T BE??? Seriously. No, seriously: we're lovely. But now they are stalking us. Creepers of the world, folks! Anyway, we've started a wall in our kitchen where we post their business cards. We figure that when one of them murders us all in our sleep, we've given the police a head start on suspects. Or so that we can laugh our heads off every time we're reminded. Either way, it's helpful.
|My wrestler bear socks will keep me safe. The left one is Takahiro and the right one is Masahiro. Tag team champions.|