Posters in the train station — even lovable kawaii mascots need a vacation once in a while.
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I’m a Tokyo Housewife
A few people have commented that our new lives seem totally hunky dory, filled with nothing but fantastic foods and twinkling LEDs. Well, those are just the parts that are fun to share. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about my new state of non-employment. But moving to a new place is hard, especially when you suddenly find yourself in the grocery store and completely illiterate.
While making my to-do list this morning, it occurred to me that perhaps some of you would be interested to hear how I spend my time. So, with a bit of commentary, here is my list for today:
- Laundry – check!
This entails a bike ride, with laundry bag strapped to my back, to a nearby laundromat. I have no idea what cycle, water temperature, speed the machine is using, I just plop in my coins and push the big orange button. Most of the clothes then hang dry in our bathroom, where there is a special wet t-shirt button on the exhaust fan.
- Buy weird spray deodorant – check!
I snapped a photo so you can see what I’m working with. It is really hard to find deodorant, I’ve been to 5 places already (I found Dan some imported Speed Stick and it cost me $8). Finally, I discover these spray cans. I have no idea what they mean, so I pick blue hoping it is the least fruity/flowery. Hopefully it’s not blueberry.
Update – consider this a victory! Though my armpits are tingling, is that bad?
- Clean apartment – check!
I do this often, perhaps because our apartment is teeeeny and stuff accumulates. Luckily the process takes me approximately 3 minutes. This includes sweeping up the small animal hair I shed everyday. Yeah, gross, but it’s hot and I’m a mammal, dammit.
- Pick up groceries for dinner – check!
In an effort to save some yen, I make dinner at home most nights and we save eating-out for the weekends. I have become an expert at wandering the aisles of the 6 groceries stores and 2 produce stands within biking distance of our neighborhood. I usually avoid the “international” grocery store, though it does have a basket of dented produce in the back for cheap. Yep, I’m that girl buying the ugly peppers. The time of day I go out affects my grocery store choice, since some have better lunch bentos than others. I also now avoid the one where the cranky cashier yelled at me for not understanding the word “chopsticks.” Her loss, because now I don’t know what she is going do with those ugly tomatoes.
- Study Japanese – hmm, working on it…
On a normal day I spend my entire morning going back and forth between Rosetta Stone and my list of 2,000 kanji to memorize. I can now read the sign for “fire extinguisher” and tell you that no, I do not speak Japanese. I’m on kanji #250 and feel that the road ahead is very long.
I’ve been moving a bit slow this week due to a doozy of a summer cold. As I’ve mentioned to anyone that will listen to me whine (in English), snot and sweat should never mingle. I’ve had a few Japanese folks tell me that my cold is certainly due to the heat. I’m sort of curious to see if that has any scientific backing, but don’t have the energy to move from the couch to the desk to look it up. And, because I desperately want them to be my friends, I will nod and smile at just about anything they say.
Today my to-do list also includes packing, since Dan and I are heading to South Korea tomorrow morning. A work trip for him, I’m riding out the free stay at a hotel in downtown Seoul, and in a very uncharacteristic move am rather unprepared for the week in a new place (though, it was on the plane to Tokyo that I first realized I didn’t know any words in Japanese). So forgive me if the blogosphere is a little quiet next week – I’ll be sure to file my report when I get back.
Happy weekend, everyone!
Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu
The other, less prolific half here. Sorry, no adorable pictures this time. Just cold, cold, print.
Today was a bit of a milestone for me, in that I had to introduce myself to a room full of co-workers. In Japanese.
For those keeping score, it might seem odd that I’m just getting around to introducing myself to most of my co-workers. And you would be correct. For 2+ months, I have been floating around the office as, “that new guy who doesn’t look like any of us and doesn’t speak our language and what exactly is he doing here, well at least he doesn’t drink all the coffee,” (my words, I think).
My Japanese is not good. I’m not being humble. Sure, if you meet me, and you don’t speak Japanese, you might be wowed – or discomfited – by the swiftness with which I can order a draft beer. But that’s about it. Otherwise it’s a whole lot of mumbling and bumbling.
So here’s what I wanted to say, followed by what I was capable of saying:
Hi, I am Dan./Hi, I am Dan.
Pleased to meet you/Pleased to meet you.
Please excuse my accent. I’m sorry I can’t speak better Japanese./ I’m sorry. I cannot speak Japanese.
Unlike a lot of people my age, I’ve managed to stay in the same city for a number of years. It was about that time that I either made roots, or picked up and tried a new town, you know? I chose the latter, so here I am! You’ve been wonderful hosts so far. I’m so happy to be here./ I am from Washington, DC.
I work for —–. But beyond that, I really look forward to meeting all of you. You all seem like interesting people, and you obviously get along very well. Seriously, stop by my desk. We’ll go out and get a drink./I work for —–
Please treat me well./Please treat me well.
Oh by the way, how do I use all of the buttons on the toilet?/…..
Shopping Spree
We’re Back!
Apologies for our long absence. Whew!
Life without Internet has been pretty tough — I’ve had to survive the past two weeks with only quick peeks at my email using a Blackberry. Egads! I feel like a clumsy giant typing on that tiny keyboard.
In all seriousness, we vow to be back in full force very soon. Just a few more days and our Tokyo Internet connection will be up and running, and I’ll soon be able to resume my musings of mystery food, our first trek into the Japanese countryside, and perhaps — if you are lucky — a sneak peek at our karaoke adventure. So stay tuned, I have a lot to share!
Farm Life
These past few weeks I’ve been living the life as a country girl. We’ve been living in limbo for about a month, and have spent considerable time at Dan’s parents’ farmhouse outside of Hershey, PA. Here, I have 37 acres of rambling prairie grasses to keep me occupied.
Everything is better at the Farm. Laundry is suddenly fun when you have a clothesline to hang it on and the sun is shining. Meals are eaten outside, and fresh greens from the garden are oh-so delicious. Days fly by when there is so much to do: preparing of this season’s vegetable garden, keeping an eye on the maybe-it-is-or-maybe-it-isn’t-pregnant barn cat that lives in the hostas, breakfasts of tiny fried eggs from the neighbor’s chickens, the daily hunt for new blooms of peonies and poppies (!) and Italian oregano…
How ironic, that I’m getting my country legs just as I am about to move to the largest city in the world.





