Tuesday, July 13, 2010

As yet, still unsure where Japan is.

Welcome to your new favourite travel blog, authored by an imminent traveller with the relative geography skills of a Lower-Hutt lifer recently relocated to Manhattan. This post is somewhat precocious, given that my current residence remains the same wet Wellington as the last five years, but, save any accidental temptations of fate, with 8 days left in the city and 18 days left in the country, the time seems ripe to format what I hope will be my principle means of communicating with my loved (and not-so-loved) ones in my coming absence. In saying that, I am well aware that casual FB updates and page drive-bys are likely to contain the greater quantity of "Love you's" and "Miss you's" (tres vain, already, me, perhaps none shall love nor miss me, but this blog is premised on the vanity that SOME may stand to gain from access to the inner sanctum of mine thoughts, and therefore presumes interest in my existence - as I say, vain) but it is herein that I aim to display quality (though readers must forgive the odd mind-meander, I do like to follow a thought right through to the end, and I DO like commas AND brackets) and try to communicate my experiences. I will write as though I know every reader intimately - I will write as if to best friend, sister and mother (posts may occasionally contain disclaimers towards the latter two, these taking the form of WARNING: Sexual content. Reader discretion advised). If strangers locate me on te interwebs, then it is at their peril.

SO: Japan. It is somewhat North of here, I believe. Somewhat colder, though frequently warmer. Inhabited, largely, or so the fallible Wikipedia assures me, by the Japanese, a conservative, polite peoples with an unfortunate historical bent for bloody warfare which seems utterly at odds with a culture that will bow upon every meeting. Cherry blossoms, Hello Kitty, origami. Kamikaze pilots and ninjas. If this is not already apparent, my basic knowledge about my country of destination falls short of the average primary school child. And yet, it is my signed-upon, rigorously-contracted fate to live there for a period not under a year. My knowledge of the language is limited to Hello, Goodbye and I Don't Understand, all of which seem important but somehow insufficient if I am to accomplish my goals. I aim to make friends, to be good at my job, to learn things. I aim to preserve a relationship of 3.5 years. I aim to stay in contact with friends as they venture into their own, disparate forays. And I aim to be myself, hopefully a writer, definitely a disciple of the written word, definitively a discerning consumer of wine (actually, not always discerning).

The final days before my departure are nerve-wracking, and that is before I even venture to think about what awaits. There is my room, a lovely sun-trap in Aro Valley which nobody wishes to rent from me (RENT IT). There are ten thousand black skirts from Glassons to be packed (I need all of them). There are four hundred million books, all of which I wish to see Japan with me (they are my CHILDREN), the exercise of which might tempt exceeding my 23kg limit.

Japan. Hokkaido. Sapporo. Sumikawa. Soon to be my address, my home. But this is my mailbox and my wee window to Wellington. So comment me, follow me, read me when you should be studying/working/monitoring the media. Because this is where Japan is.

2 comments:

  1. Hello, I am pleased you started this. I am now also FOLLOWING you, and COMMENTING on you and I should also be monitoring the media. Looking forward to future revelations about Japan's location.

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  2. I look forward to the following blog posts: 'So this is where my apartment is not', 'How on my first day I realised that being able to locate the country Japan on a map, is actually very little practical help', and 'Russia and China are big'.

    Will miss you horrendously, and read and comment and follow all posts, while you, ever so eloquently, enlighten the world as to where, actually, Japan is.

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