Living somewhere new is exciting and adventuresome! I love waking up everyday and thinking about what new thing I should go explore with Cameron on the back of my bike, or who I might meet today, or being surprised by who might turn around and try to speak English with me. I really love living in a smaller place with less stuff. Less space to clean, less clutter to put away, and less of engaging in the endless motherhood struggle of balancing housework and spending time with my children. I also love not being in the "motherhood wars" you experience when you live in a more homogenous society. Everyone here looks at me and says American and that seems to explain why my kids are full of energy, excellent screamers, and masters of chaos! No one talks my ear off about how great his/her child is at soccer, how his/her child is taking a piano and karate and baseball and ballet and whatever genius class they can find!
After a while you even begin to feel like you might fit until you have what is call one of those gaijin moments. These are the times when you quickly remember that you are thousands of miles from home and you are still know very little about what is truly going on around you. Here are just a few of these moments I recently had:
* Last week a family from our church congregation invited us to their home for dinner. The whole family speaks pretty good English and they have been extremely nice to us. It is Japanese tradition that when you go to someone's house you bring them a gift. So... what did I think to bring? Flowers. I stopped by the grocery store and picked up a bouquet of mixed white flowers and a bouquet of chrysanthemums.
This past Sunday, Sister Shimoto pulled me aside and kindly let me know that the flowers I brought her were Buddhist graveside flowers. Not only is she not Buddhist, but no one is dying in her family. We both laughed about it, but I still felt a bit stupid!
*A few weeks back, in the middle of the afternoon all of a sudden bells started ringing, sirens were blaring outside, and my phone started buzzing. I looked outside and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. People weren't running away from anything and I couldn't find anything in English on tv to give me any clues, so I ignored it and went about my day. A few hours later Mike texted me and told there was an earthquake in Tokyo and that was the local alert system. I thought wow! If there was something really wrong, would I ever know!!!
*In Japan you drive on the left hand side of the road, but on the sidewalk I can never figure out which side to ride a bike on or walk on and it seems like no one else can either. For the first few weeks we were here I would watch very carefully to see what the majority of the people were doing. But I soon quickly realized there really was no system to the sidewalks. So..... a few days ago I was riding my bike over the bridge on my way to the grocery store when a cyclist came from the other direction riding my way. I was riding in the middle of the sidewalk to I pulled to one side. At the same time the cyclist pulled to the exact same side. Each time I pulled to one side, the cyclist would move to that exact same side. In the end we literally just crashed into each other. Luckily we were going pretty slow by that time and no one or nothing was hurt. I could tell the cyclist was frustrated at me and all I could say was a bad attempt at saying sorry in Japanese a million times over!!
All in all though we are having a great time in Japan and here are a few pictures from the past few weekends of some hiking we did along the Seto Islands landmarks.