It’s been just over a year since I abandoned everything I knew and loved in England, and stumbled off the plane into the overwhelming Tokyo heat with no idea what the next year would hold.
Tokyo orientation was an unsettling mix of listening to lectures inside beige conference rooms throughout the day, and getting lost in a crazy electronic colour bubble as I explored the city with other JETs at night. I remember standing in my bathroom after I’d unpacked my things in my new apartment and wondering what the hell I’d got myself into. But somehow a year has already passed and I have just one more before I leave Aomori. What will happen after that, I haven’t yet decided…
It’s hard to tell how much I’ve changed, but I have found myself somehow adopting certain aspects of Japanese life into my own. When my friend came to visit from the UK, I definitely remembered how different British eating habits are! Since coming to Japan, I’ve really enjoyed having my meals separated into little dishes tapas-style. The food doesn’t get soggy from the other food, especially rice, and I love being able to take a little bit from whichever bowl I feel like taking from. I made her dinner like this when she came to stay, but she scraped everything into the same bowl and ate it like that. I thought it was weird, but I didn’t say anything. When we were at a restaurant in Tokyo, she picked up her bowl of miso soup to pour onto her rice. I saw this and blurted out, “NO.” I couldn’t help it. We found it hilarious for ages though. I don’t usually just shut people down like that; I get that us Brits like to mix everything up, but it would probably be like pouring tomato soup onto your sandwich? It’s weird, and it makes the sandwich all soggy and difficult to eat! I might make this story into a comic… I bought a graphics tablet from a friend so I can draw my comics digitally, but subsequently left it at another friend’s house. So I might use it at home if I’m not busy eating and appreciating living 45 minutes from central London!!
Last night I played taiko in Tachineputa in Goshogawara city, which was the first festival I saw when I arrived in Aomori last year. The music brought back memories of getting lost among the food stalls and staring in awe at the beautifully illuminated floats that towered above the streets. I couldn’t take any pictures of the festival this time as I was busy drumming, but it was great fun, if exhausting! I have some impressive blisters on my hands to remind me of it. I hope I can play again next year before I leave!