On the Move

And… I’m back!

Whoa. Time flies when you’re having fun studying your ass off and moving to a new apartment.

Last week was nuts. I have only myself to blame, and blame I will. Last Thursday I took my final exam for Japanese class and emerged from the black hole of kanji flash cards just in time to pack up my apartment. The weekend whirlwind of boxes, movers and new landlord knocking at my door (6 times!) had me wishing I had retained more of the previous week’s Japanese, but we stumbled through and got all of our belongings from point A to point B.

2 years ago, when I started this little blog, my apartment looked like this:

apartment living room

Very empty. I’m chuckling because I just realized I’m in the same place as I was 2 years ago — sitting on the floor of my empty apartment in Azabu juban, still a bit unsure of what I’m doing in Japan but slightly better at ordering from a menu. Though the scenery of my life is a bit different, the feeling is the same: nervous, excited, sore butt.

Yesterday morning things looked like this:

How did I acquire so much stuff? 26 boxes plus suitcases and a tool box (not my husband, a real tool box, geez). It took me about a day and a half to pack and the movers just about 2 hours to move it across town where this was waiting:

And this:

My new shower room is about the pinkest thing I’ve ever seen. To recap, this is what I left behind:

apartment bathroom shower room

Our new place is in Sangenjaya, just about 7 km west (4 1/4 miles) of Azabu juban. Not far, but it feels like a different world. Why the change? To be honest, because Azabu is expensive. It’s the land of expats and French bakeries and gourmet supermarkets, and while nice, a bit too fancy. Living in Sangenjaya will force me to read and speak Japanese, we’ll save on rent, it’s an exciting neighborhood to explore, and I’ll get to live in an adorable old lady apartment with pink walls. The choice was easy.

One final thought before the bottom half of me turns completely numb from sitting on the floor: Though I hate moving, every time I do it I get a little bit better at it. This time I learned the value of hiring movers, and I don’t think I can ever go back. 20 year old boys are much better at carrying things than I am.

15 thoughts on “On the Move

  1. Can’t wait for the “walk-thru” of the rest of the new place. The living room reminds me of the Roykan we stayed in Kyoto. Love it.

  2. Love the tatami mats! And I could do without a pink bathroom, myself, but the rest of the place looks nice enough to make up for it! I’d love to see more pictures of the new apartment, and the new area! 🙂

  3. The real question is: did the U-haul break down before or after you loaded it? I miss you! Can’t wait to see the views outside your windows.

  4. Love the tatami (I’m jealous) as well as that pink bathroom! Only in Tokyo, right? Look forward to more pictures. What subway line and stop are you closest to now?

  5. We used to live in Komazawa/Setagaya & moved from Tokyo to Dubai over a year ago. Don’t feel bad about acquiring stuff. We started life with 7 suitcases between us. This last move, it was 680 boxes (not 68) in two 40ft containers. I think my husband might dump me & boxes, before the next move! We have 2 kids but waaaay too much stuff.

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