No it’s not a place.
During one of my private English lessons, I was talking with my student, playing a get to know you game since he is new and I asked a question about tea. Specifically, what’s your favorite tea?
He looked at me, clearly thinking hard about it, but said “I don’t know.” I tried asking again, rephrasing it and asking a silly question, thinking he was just nervous. Finally he responded saying that he had a favorite, but didn’t know what it was called in English. I told him that was okay, tell me in Japanese.
Tonight is the final night of my first extended break with the preschool, and my oh my, has it been wonderful!
This past week was Golden Week in Japan. Golden Week is a collection of four national holidays spread out over the span of seven days, including conveniently placed weekends. It makes for one of the busy travel times in Japan during the year, the others being New Year’s and Obon, (so if you’re planning on coming to visit during those times, travellers be warned). I elected to stay put and have a mini staycation instead of venturing too far.
I’ve made it through the first month!
I can sugar coat everything and say it was all a cake walk and that each day I was living the expat dream, but we both know that’s a bold face lie.
After visiting every grocery store in a walkable 7 mile radius from my apartment, I think I found my new go to supermarket.
Of course I still visit a few of my favorites each weekend if I don’t have other plans. Because going to the food store counts as a major weekend outing right? (I know you agree with me at least Dad.)
By now, you all have probably heard my canned tuna story.
If you haven’t, it goes like this: I was out grocery shopping one of my first weeks here and I picked up a few cans of fish to have in my pantry for those nights (or lunches) when you don’t feel like cooking. The wifi wasn’t working at this supermarket and I couldn’t get the offline Google Translate features to read the characters on the can, so I picked up a few cans all under 100 yen and threw them in my cart, hoping for the best.
You will survive the weeks you think you can’t.
This week was a tough one. I know it’s only my second full week here, but it was a doozy. Emotions ran high from the start and continued through the week, each day seeming longer than the previous. I had one toe on the ledge and had to be talked down multiple times.
Peanut butter is its own food group in my world.
It belongs on bread, apples, oatmeal, waffles, pancakes, spoons, fingers you name it! So imagine my horror at discovering that Japan doesn’t really “do” peanut butter like the US does it. I took two jars of Trader Joe’s PB with me, but I know that will run out eventually… if I pace myself though, I might make it last until May.