Arriving in Japan: Part 2

After finishing lunch, my boss left us as she had other important business to attend to. Alex and I made our way back to the car, ready to depart for the final leg of the trip. I distinctly recall shutting the car door, realizing I was merely an hour drive away from seeing my new home Continue reading

Arriving in Japan: Part 1

Just where does the time go? Now in my fifth week of living in Japan. The first month over before it even began. If the bygone month were a person I would describe her as a burly mountain woman, crashing through my house window. Dishing out a welcoming bear hug, followed by a swift kick to the balls. Smashing her way out through the other side of the house shouting “ๆ—ฅๆœฌใธใ‚ˆใ†ใ“ใ๏ผโ€. Leaving me lying in a fetal position, Wishing like hell I had my Google translate app, the f%^& did she say? I should have studied more Japanese… teary eyed, baffled and strangely attracted to what just took place.

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An apology to Cape Palliser

Click here for Japanese translation (ๆ—ฅๆœฌ่ชž)

Being present in the moment is difficult for me at the best of times. With the Japan move just days away, trying to do just that has been nearly impossible. A month or so ago, while aimlessly surfing Reddit, I accidentally read an article titled โ€˜We Arenโ€™t Built to Live in the Momentโ€™. I say accidentally because as a rule I never go out of my way to read anything other than food labels and fantasy novels. This one however had me captivated from the start. The title resonated with my own internal struggles so I skimmed over the first few lines and just kept going. Continue reading

To blog or not to blog

Click here for Japanese translation (ๆ—ฅๆœฌ่ชž)

So here it goes, I will be the first to put my hand up and admit I am not much of a writer. Moreover, I have never felt the need to put my thoughts to paper nor have I given blogging much of a thought, an activity I previously considered exclusive to the wordsmiths among us. Yet here I sit, happily tippy-tapping at my plastic keys. Writing paragraphs, deleting sentences, writing, deleting, creating, erasing. How fun…I digress.

In just under 3 weeksโ€™ time I will be on a plane, cutting across pacific oceanโ€™s skies at a face ripping 900kmph, most likely fixating my gaze on the distant horizon and speculating what new life awaits in the land of the rising sun, Japan.

Which brings me to why I am doing this. I love Japan. I have always loved Japan. I donโ€™t know why, maybe it was because of the pretty Japanese ladies I had seen on tv as a four-year-old boy. It was a mini-series adaptation of James Clavellโ€™s book Shลgun. The show, set in 1600s Japan, featured some seriously badass samurai, beautiful Japanese women and a marooned English sailor (a badass in his own right) who through a series of fortunate events ascends to the much-coveted title of hatamoto (direct servant of the Shลgunate). I was so young, but man oh man, that story really stuck with me throughout my whole upbringing and the early adulthood. The samurai, the colourful yukatas, the language, all of it so alien yet oddly familiar. An obsession was born.

It becomes impossible for someone like me to pin a single reason why Japan continues to fascinate me. I hope to refine this answer as I spend more time living and working in this country. My hope is to document as much of my daily life as possible, either through this very blog or via the not yet existent YouTube channel (links will be posted when ready). By sharing my experiences I aim to encourage people to come and visit Japan.

ใƒ–ใƒญใ‚ฐใ‚’ๆ›ธใในใใ‹ใ€ๆ›ธใ‹ใ–ใ‚‹ในใใ‹๏ผˆใใ‚ŒใŒๅ•้กŒ๏ผ‰ (To blog or not to blog).

ใงใฏๅง‹ใ‚ใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๅคงใ—ใฆ็ญ†ใพใ‚ใงใชใ„ใ“ใจใฏ็œŸใฃๅ…ˆใซ่ชใ‚ใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ ใ„ใŸใ„ใ€่€ƒใˆใ‚’ๆ–‡ใซใพใจใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆๆ€งใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ไปŠใพใงๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ—ใ€ใพใ—ใฆใƒ–ใƒญใ‚ฐใชใ‚“ใฆๆ€ใ„ใคใใ‚‚ใ—ใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใ็‰ฉๆ›ธใใŒใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ไปŠใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๆœบใฎๅ‰ใซๅบงใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ญใƒผใƒœใƒผใƒ‰ใ‚’ๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใซใ‚ซใƒใƒฃใ‚ซใƒใƒฃ่จ€ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ไธ€ๆฎต่ฝๆ›ธใใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ„ใใคใ‹ใฎๆ–‡็ซ ใ‚’ๆถˆใ™ใ€‚ๆ›ธใใ€‚ๆถˆใ™ใ€‚่€ƒใˆใ‚’่จ€่‘‰ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใŸๆถˆใ™ใ€‚ๆ„ๅค–ใจๆฅฝใ—ใใชใ„ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œ๏ผŸโ€ฆโ€ฆๅคฑ็คผใ€ๆœฌ้กŒใ‹ใ‚‰่„ฑ็ทšใ—ใฆใพใ™ใญใ€‚

ไปŠใ‹ใ‚‰ใใฃใ‹ใ‚Š3้€ฑ้–“ๅพŒใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆฉŸไธŠใฎไบบใจใชใ‚Šใ€ๅคชๅนณๆด‹ใฎ็ฉบใ‚’ๆ™‚้€Ÿ900ใ‚ญใƒญใฎ้€Ÿใ•ใงๆจชๅˆ‡ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚ใใฎๆ™‚ใซใฏใ€้ ใใฎๅœฐๅนณ็ทšใ‚’ใ˜ใฃใจใชใŒใ‚ใ€ๆ—ฅๅ‡บใฅใ‚‹ๅ›ฝใ€ๆ—ฅๆœฌใงๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„็”Ÿๆดปใซใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ“ใ‚Œๆ€ใ„ใ‚’ใ‚ใใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ้–“้•ใ„ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚

่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ“ใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ๆ”นใ‚ใฆ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ—ฅๆœฌใŒๅฅฝใใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใšใฃใจๆ—ฅๆœฌใŒๅฅฝใใงใ—ใŸใ€‚็†็”ฑใฏใฏใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€4ๆญณใฎ้ ƒใ€ใƒ†ใƒฌใƒ“ใง่ฆณใŸใใ‚Œใ„ใชๅฅณใฎไบบใฎใ›ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ‚ธใ‚งใƒผใƒ ใ‚บใƒปใ‚ฏใƒฉใƒดใ‚งใƒซๅŽŸไฝœใ€Žๅฐ†่ปใ€ใฎใƒ†ใƒฌใƒ“ใƒ‰ใƒฉใƒžใงใ—ใŸใ€‚17ไธ–็ด€ใฎๆ—ฅๆœฌใŒ่ˆžๅฐใงใ€ใ‹ใฃใ“ใ„ใ„ไพใ€ใใ‚Œใ„ใชๅฅณใฎไบบใŸใกใ€ใใ‚Œใจๆ—ฅๆœฌใซๆผ‚็€ใ—ใŸไธ€ไบบใฎใ‚คใ‚ฎใƒชใ‚นไบบ่ˆนไน—ใ‚Š๏ผˆๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šๅ‰ใงใ™ใŒๅฝผใ‚‚ใ‹ใฃใ“ใ„ใ„๏ผ‰ใŒ็™ปๅ ดใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ“ใฎ็•ฐๅ›ฝใฎ่ˆนไน—ใ‚ŠใŒใ€ใ„ใใคใ‹ใฎๅนธ้‹ใชๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใŒ้‡ใชใฃใฆใ€ใ‚ใ“ใŒใ‚Œใฎๆ——ๆœฌใซๅ‡บไธ–ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ใจใ„ใ†็ญ‹ๆ›ธใใงใ™ใ€‚ใใฎๆ™‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใปใ‚“ใฎๅฐใ•ใชๅญใฉใ‚‚ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎใƒ†ใƒฌใƒ“ใƒ‰ใƒฉใƒžใฎใ“ใจใฏโ€ฆโ€ฆไฝ•ใงใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใญโ€ฆโ€ฆใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฐ‘ใ—ใšใคๅคงใใใชใฃใฆใ€้’ๅนดใซใชใฃใŸๅˆใ‚ใฎ้ ƒใใ‚‰ใ„ใพใงใšใฃใจใ€่จ˜ๆ†ถใฎไธญใ‹ใ‚‰ๆถˆใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ไพใ€‚่‰ฒ้ฎฎใ‚„ใ‹ใช็€็‰ฉใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซ่จ€่‘‰ใ€‚ใฉใ‚Œใ‚‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚‚ใพใ‚‹ใง้ฆดๆŸ“ใฟใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ไธๆ€่ญฐใจๅฟƒๆƒนใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่ฆใ™ใ‚‹ใซ4ๆญณใฎๆ™‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆ—ฅๆœฌใฎ่™œใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚ใ‘ใงใ™ใ€‚

ๅƒ•ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชไบบ้–“ใซใจใฃใฆใฏใ€ใชใœๆ—ฅๆœฌใซๆƒนใ‹ใ‚Œ็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ€ใจใ„ใ†็†็”ฑใ‚’ใŸใฃใŸใฒใจใคใ ใ‘่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏ็„ก็†ใช่ฉฑใงใ™ใ€‚ใ‹ใฎๅ›ฝใงใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใฆๆšฎใ‚‰ใ—ใฆๅƒใ„ใฆใ„ใไธญใงใ€ใ“ใฎๅ•ใ„ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹็ญ”ใˆใ‚’ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅบฆใฏใฃใใ‚Šใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใ„ใ„ใชใ€ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ไปŠใฎๅƒ•ใฎ้ก˜ใ„ใฏใ€ใ“ใฎใƒ–ใƒญใ‚ฐใ‹ใ€็›ฎไธ‹ๆบ–ๅ‚™ไธญใฎYoutubeใ‚ขใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใƒˆ๏ผˆไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚Šๆฌก็ฌฌใƒชใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚’ใฏใ‚Šใพใ™๏ผ‰ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใ€ๆ—ฅๆœฌใงใฎ็”Ÿๆดปใ‚’ใงใใ‚‹ใ ใ‘่จ€่‘‰ใซใ—ใฆๆฎ‹ใ™ใ“ใจใงใ™ใ€‚ๅƒ•่‡ช่บซใฎไฝ“้จ“ใ‚’ใŠ่ฉฑใ—ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงใ€ใฟใชใ•ใ‚“ใซใ€Œๆ—ฅๆœฌใซ่กŒใฃใฆใฟใŸใ„ใ€ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้ ‘ๅผตใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚