Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Love it, hate it
I've still not been in japan for a month yet but I wanted to share some of my likes and dislikes so far... we shall see if/ when they change!
Likes:
1. The weather. It's beautiful most days, and by english standards, ki d of tropi al for November. I love the sunshine so I'm very happy. I have been warned however that august is disgustingly humid and I won't want to leave the air con.
2. The pretty men. Oh so many of them! everywhere!
3. The students I've had so far. They are all nice and willing to learn. I haven't done any kids tea bing yet so far though.
4. The department stores. Huge and amazing. So many things have cute faces as well, it's like cute overload, even in a relatively boring area like kitchen equipment - the potato mashed has a cute face on the handle!
5. The bakeries. Oh wow. Such nice cakes and sweet breads and one I found in namba plays music just like disneyworld... It's awesome.
Dislikes:
1. Smoking is still allowed pretty much everywhere so the offices do smell, and after a few drinks in a bar I do too X_X
2. Paperwork... Anything involving paperwork seems to take hours on end ( even after I've figured out how to fill it in!) in general anything admin-y takes about three times the time back home.
3. The sneaky meat. It looks vegetarian, it says it's vegetarian, but oh.. What's this? Surprise pork!
4. Not being Able to speak Japanese very well makes me feel like a small child when trying to do simple things. In Kobe I can get free lessons, but found out yesterday I have to be resident for a month first. so, will have to just get on for another few weeks with my dictionary. What's really hard is, I'm not allowed to speak any Japanese at work, as the students Re paying for an English class, they wNt total immersion. But even to the staff, I'm not allowed. So I feel myself becoming super polite English girl, in the vein of Mary Poppins... Cor blimey guv!
5. Not having any money to buy everything I want/ do things I want to do. One of my friends was in Tokyo this week bhut I couldn't afford the train fare to go visit her (or go to Disneyland as we'd discussed) train fares within kinki are pretty reasonable, but to get to Tokyo on the Shinkansen it's about £50, one way, if you don't book in advance. Crazy. so I'm going to hVe to save up and reserve those Tokyo tickets... I'm sure it will be worth the wait once I do. Meanwhile Ive got a Lot of kinki to explore!
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Day 2 mission: Shopping
Heed my advice today. If you’re planning on moving to Japan, bring a bottle of shower gel with you for the first few weeks. I brought everything else but – and spent an hour today trying to decide what if what I was holding was indeed shower stuff, hand lotion or bath cleaner. The bottle says ‘body soap’ so I’m hopeful I have the right thing. We’ll soon see.
Shopping was today’s big mission – well, food shopping to be exact. After paying 1,500 yen (about a tenner?) for a pizza last night I realised I needed to stock up on some basics or I’ll run out of money quickly. I don’t get paid until Nov 12th, and even then it’s less than I will usually get (due to training for most of the month). So I headed hopefully back to the huge 10-floor department store that furnished my bed. The bottom two floors are food – one is fresh (fruit. bread, meat) and the other has everything else. Luckily I bought a book about Japanese food buying in the UK, so I skim-read this before I left, and took it with me to check against Kanji. I’m really glad I did that for the milk alone, as it was hard to distinguish between milk and yoghurt drinks.
Japanese supermarkets are clean, fairly busy, and LOUD. There’s music playing, but it’s not good music, more like lift music, and there’s also people on aisles shouting about the samples they want you to try. Some displays talk as well, I’m not sure if they are motion activated or just go off randomly.
I bought a modest amount, thinking I can go back easily if I find I like something in particular. I was happy to see a lot of familiar snacks (yes, Pocky!) and brands (Tropicana, Kelloggs, Twinings). I bought a few of these, and I also bought a bag of rice purely for the fact it had cute illustrated instructions on the back. Also because the flat has a rice cooker, which I’ve always wanted to try… maybe I’ll have a go later. Although I might need Yuko’s help.
Oh yes! I met my housemate at last. After catching up with everyone in the UK on the net last night, I headed for bed as I was feeling really tired out and spacey. I was dozing when I heard her come into the flat last night – and then she knocked on my door. I scuttled to it in my hello kitty pyjamas, eager to make a good impression. She seems really nice, and confirmed she does have two jobs – one as a chef in a kitchen, the other in Starbucks. Her English isn’t great, and neither is my Japanese, so it was just a brief conversation before my head hit the pillow again. Today is her day off, and I kind of woke her up when the nice man from JAL came to drop my bag off. I was flapping at the intercom with him going ‘sumimasen…’ as he talked to me, and she came out and rescued me. JAL said it would come 6-7pm yesterday; it came at 10am today. Oh well. The important thing is, I’ve been reunited with my case! So my wardrobe looks a bit less bare.
Do I feel as freaked out as yesterday? In some ways, a little less. Seeing Hello Kitty branded face wash and loo roll called fruit basket made me smile, the sun is beautiful (it’s tshirt weather here) and I had a friendly nod from an elderly neighbour as she left the building. Once again, I think when I start work, things will get a bit easier because I’ll have a lot to occupy me, other aliens to share the experiences with, and I’ll get paid, so I can afford to do things on my days off like visit other parts of Japan that I really want to see. Right now everything still feels very alien, and anything vaguely familiar (like the Twinings tea!) is comforting. I understand now why people often go to travel/live in English speaking countries like Australia or America; it takes some of that alien element away at least when you’re in a new environment. I wonder how many people come to the UK and feel this way?
So I feel quite cut off communications-wise, and I’m hoping as soon as I can get a phone that might subside a little. I would love an iphone, but not sure it’s affordable. I’m definitely going to get one with internet access though, so that I can go online any time. Otherwise I’m going to be drinking a hell of a lot of coffee at the place next door! What a shame Japan doesn’t seem to have anything like the dongles you get in the UK – you’d have thought they would, being so nifty in general with the technology. What I’m most gutted about at the moment is skype – I was really looking forward to being able to talk to my folks and friends face to face for free, and show them my room virtually. Now I’m not sure I’m going to be able to do that. Maybe when the café is quieter they won’t mind but I’m a bit too nervous to ask. So instead I have an expensive phone card where 2,000 yen buys me 51 minutes on the phone to the UK.
Lastly on the phone front. I’ve been told I probably can’t get a phone unless I have an alien registration card, which I can’t apply for until Tuesday when the hall I need to go to is open – Monday is a national holiday here. The card itself may take a few weeks to be completed. So it might be a little while until I can get a phone. So again, my advice to anyone coming out here = get a phone that can work in Japan, even just for the initial few weeks. I know I used to live without a phone strapped to my side once – but it wasn’t in another country that’s for sure.
UPDATE: The internet told me Apple have an English speaking advice line in Japan, so I’m going to call them tomorrow and see if they can sell me a phone. Yes!
Saturday, 10 October 2009
Noodles or icecream?
After getting my passport back from the Japanese immigrations counter this morning, I noticed a piece of paper poking out of it that says: ‘To the Alien entering Japan, you must register at your local city hall or ward in 90 days.’
Alien. You couldn’t pick a better word for how I feel at the moment. Even though I’ve been to Japan before, getting bussed to a cozy hotel with fellow tourists to chatter to is a world away from arriving here to work.
The flight itself was good. After an emotional farewell with my parents (used a whole pack of Kleenex!) I just barely made it to my gate for the first flight to Amsterdam. I’d just about caught my breath from the dash when we landed, and then had about half an hour to get over to the gate for my Osaka flight. Once onboard I was thrilled to discover I’d somehow been upgraded, and so my seat not only reclined fully, but also had no one in front or behind me, so surely only the captain had more legroom. Thank you KLM!
The reclining helped when trying to sleep on the flight, but my whirling and emotional mind didn’t. I kept going over the things my parents said as we hugged each other tightly, and all the messages of support people have given me over the last few months. It seemed hard to believe the big day had finally arrived.
I was finally dozing to some degree when a cabin crew member’s soft shuffles woke me up. I peered into the dimmed cabin lights to hear her ask, somewhat surreally, ‘noodles or ice cream?’ This was about 3 or 4am Japan time. (I went for the ice cream).
What seemed like moments later, we were woken up for breakfast, and as the plane dropped slowly through the clouds, I saw mountains and blue sky. Hello Japan.
I had to fill in some more paperwork on the plane (I declare I am not in possession of fireworks or swords, etc) and once that was handed over and my bag returned I was swiftly pushing the cart to the exit. Looking for the JAL delivery desk, as ECC kindly pay for your heaviest bag to be sent to your apartment through them, thus meaning you don’t have to lug it on buses/trains in your first few hours.
The man took my bag without much ado, and it’s meant to be returned to me within the next hour as I type. Looking forward to having all my things with me again, not least because my mum crammed in 2 packs of wispa bars. Yay mum!
That done, I headed to the phonecards, bought one and phoned my housing agent. I make that sound really quick – it wasn’t. It involved much pondering of the machines and then the phones – but I got there in the end. Next I headed out to the coach stops to find number 6, to Sannomiya station. There was a friendly staff member by the machines, who helped me to buy the right ticket, then another friendly staff member took my heavy rucksack away to put in the luggage compartment, and gave me a ticket to collect it at the other end. Super efficient, punctual and clean. It’s a world away from UK public transport, I pondered as I gazed out of a coach window at the tapestry of industrial heavyweight, and beautiful mountains, of Kansai.
As the stop had said Sannomiya station, I was expecting at least a shed of some sort, but it turned out to be referring to the train station that sits opposite where the bus stops. Right in the middle of busy Kobe. I stood back and tried not to feel too much like an eyesore. Which must have worked, as Robert was there for 20 minutes before he found me (and he walked around the stop a few times).
Then began information overload: Robert stopped the car twice to give me directions, much to the chagrin of fellow drivers. He kept telling me how they’ve put me in one of their nicer houses (well he was hardly going to say anything else…) but I didn’t really believe it until we arrived. His wife and baby daughter met us outside the building, and the minute we got inside, the information began to flow. My new housemate is Japanese, she works two jobs, garbage is Tuesdays and Thursdays, make sure you put the fan on after you shower, here’s how to work the air con, would I like to pay next month’s rent now? I felt bewildered, but glad someone was here to at least take me round and show me things, even if I forget half of them tomorrow. The flat itself is lovely; a neat kitchen, bathroom and living room, place to take your shoes off, loads of cupboard space, sliding doors.
Once we’d signed the contract (5 months minimum), I paid up and he’d shown me how to open the postbox, Robert and wife were off, but they each gave me a hug before they left. Which was really sweet. ^_^
I opened my post - a package from ECC with yet more information, some confusing Japanese forms and a training schedule that begins next Wednesday. The hours aren’t too bad (first day 12pm) and it’s pretty much until 30 October. That semi-absorbed, I decided I best head out for some bedding. ECC in their wise ways have only supplied me with a bed and mattress. I think they just like making you do this kind of stuff so you can get some independence, but god it’s a bit intimidating after a long flight.
Robert had pointed out a gigantic building I could get bedding from on his mini Kobe tour, so I headed back in that direction. Finding it again wasn’t too hard, but deciding on the bedsheets themselves took me ages. Japanese beds don’t seem to have flat sheets as we do in Europe, and everything was sized and, of course, I didn’t measure the bed. So I took a wild guess (as it turns out, spot on!) I managed to pick up a duvet as opposed to futon set and, as I didn’t trust the picture, I bought a separate pillow. I was really glad I did. So now I have a bed to lie on as I type and the jet lag is starting to prick at my eyes. I’m really trying to stay in this time zone though as it just seems like the best way to get into things.
My housemate hasn’t come home yet, I really wish she would as having no-one to talk to is making me think about all the people I’m really missing right now. U_U
I don’t have a mobile or a house phone, although the nearest net café is next door, which I’m planning to go visit and upload this once my suitcase arrives. So that will be good to catch up with everyone’s news.
And a few good things from my bedding trip: I spotted a starbucks in the department store (huzzah!) and a tokyu hands, which is a massive craft/model/cosplay store. I definitely need to visit, as Rei’s foot has come off in the journey – but the dolls otherwise travelled well. I only brought two – lucky as no more would have fit in my bags.
What I keep telling myself at the moment, I have been telling myself for the last few months, is that I have to take each day at a time. Don’t worry about tomorrow or stress about next week. Just think about what today involves, and what I need to do today.
And today was always going to be the worst 24 hours of this experience – leaving my family, tiring long flights, and seeing a strange new world. Nothing can really prepare you for that experience. But I wonder how long it will be before I feel comfortable here. I think the training will help next week, as I will be able to meet other ECC people in the same position, and it will give my day real purpose and other things to concentrate on. God. In the UK I used to long for my weekends to never end, now I’m wishing mine away.
So if you offered me a ticket home right now would I take it? Hm. Maybe we’ll come back to that question in a month’s time. What’s most scary right now is the unfamiliar. What you know, even if you hate it, is always going to be the easier way to live, isn’t it? I keep thinking about the similarities with the last two big moves I made – going to university then going to live in the midlands. My parents were there to support me through both of those moves too. What’s different is they were able to see where I was going, in person. And they were able to come and see me on a whim or whenever I really needed them. They can’t do that right now and I think that’s what’s the hardest thing. I’m in a strange place and everyone I love is physically hours away from me and they can’t share this in person unless they come out to visit. I have such respect right now for anyone who’s ever done this kind of thing, because it’s hard. And emotional. And confusing. I think I might feel more positive when I’ve spoken to my family, and had some food and some sleep. Hmm, and my suitcase still hasn’t turned up. So I think I’m going to try going to the internet café to make me feel just a little bit less lonely.
UPDATE; And it worked! Everyone has been on here chatting to me so I feel a bit better. Next time, I'll bring my mac plug X_X battery fail!
Sunday, 27 September 2009
Argh! I’ve got a weight problem!
While on holiday (fab by the way, thanks!) I found a super-nifty lightweight backpack that doubles as a small case (I’ll take pictures!) that will be perfect for my hand luggage. And my parents also bought a set of digital baggage scales to help me check my bags before I check them in. As my last suitcase was wrecked by baggage handlers, they kindly furnished me with one to take to America, so during the holiday we were discussing the merits of me taking it to Japan.
Well. I came back home on Friday to see that ECC were emailing me to offer a service where they transport one bag from the airport to my accommodation for free. It was only when reading that email, in the haze of jetlag yesterday, I realised I hadn’t even checked my weight allowance on the flight. I’d just assumed I could take two bags about 20K. Boy am I glad I checked.
The KLM website says it’s ok to take two bags… if you are going to a certain list of destinations. Like America and Africa. But Japan isn’t on the list. ^^; so I phoned them to double check. ‘Yes, we can confirm you have 20KG allowance… and 12KG hand luggage.’ The cheery helpful KLM person told me. ‘Oh. Right. Thanks.’ Me: not so cheery. But at least I found this out now, and not at the airport. KLM charge about £20 for every kilo you go over that limit.
So. I have to pack everything I need for a year into bags weighing a total of 20KG (32KG including my hand luggage). To give you an idea of how scary this sounded to me, two years ago my bag coming back after just 2 weeks in Florida weighed 32KG alone (and had a CAUTION HEAVY sticker slapped on it) Meep.
My parents, helpful as ever, whipped out their new scales for some instant experiments. (It’s just like being at school!) We found the case they bought me weighs 4.5KG. Three pairs of shoes weigh 1.5KG. After consulting the ECC list and stuffing my case with an approximation of the amount of clothes they recommend, we estimated my clothes and shoes alone will weigh about 12KG. Not bad. 20KG sounds a bit better now. But on a shopping trip today we were all eyeing up the lightweight cases in Debenhams, playing weight bingo together: ‘4.8… no that’s more’ ‘3.8! That’s good. But look at the price.’ ‘ah, this one is 4.5 too but it’s made of polycarbon’. Did I mention before how fab my parents are at helping me out? They’re absolute diamonds. And I’m glad that we booked the US holiday, expensive though it was, as I got to spend some fun time with them before this – the Japan countdown proper – began.
So where am I now with all the important paperwork stuff? Almost there. I’m currently racing down to London, heading for the Japanese Embassy tomorrow to submit all my info for the all-important Visa. My Certificate of Eligibility (very small, more like a leaflet of eligibility I’d say) arrived while I was on holiday so I’m playing a bit of catch up. I need to take that in tomorrow plus my passport and a photo. I also needed to fill out an A4 form, which took five attempts for my jetlagged brain this afternoon. I’m sure they make the lines deliberately too small to write Japanese addresses on as a test of your determination. Hopefully I’ve passed!
And speaking of addresses. I now have one! I haven’t google-earthed the address yet, but give me time. All I know at the moment is I’m going to be in Kobe City, in ‘one of our nicer shared houses’ according to the ECC email. One other housemate is listed on the information. Just a name, no other information. A third room is listed as vacant.
So that’s us all up to date for now. Tomorrow, London and on Tuesday, I’ll be shopping for new smart work-type clothes. Horror. I’ve worked in jeans for the last 10 years. So my waistline might be the subject of my next post after all ^^; wish me luck!
Friday, 11 September 2009
Happy... then sad... then happy again...@_@
Thursday, 3 September 2009
One week left in the Midlands
Although I’m finding it easier to step back from the actual work, I think I’m really going to miss the people and I don’t think that will hit me for a good while yet. Everyone who leaves the agency says that the people here are unique, like a little family, and I think it’s one of the things that has kept me here so long. They’re a really nice bunch. For example. yesterday I had to go home with excruciating toothache. One £50 trip to see my dentist in Yorkshire (long story) later, I’m stockpiled up with antibiotics and solpadeine. So when I came back in to work today, everyone was concerned: ‘how are you?’ ‘toothache is the worst’ ‘you went to Yorkshire??”Yeah. So whether it’s good or bad news, people want to know, and they genuinely care about the answer. I don’t think it will be the same at ECC. But who knows? Speaking of families, I’m very happy to say I’m now out of the rented house and in with the Walters family, who kindly agreed to put me up/put up with me (!) for my last week or so in the Midlands. They are a family I met through karate, and over the last 5 or so years have shown me just the hugest amount of kindness and friendship,. Too huge to try and explain, but I know I can never fully repay them (though I often try, in small cake shaped doses) for everything. Living with them is fantastic – the atmosphere is warm and welcoming, and I am eating well and sleeping pretty soundly. In case I do wake in the night and forget where I am, there’s a sign on the wall made by the girls reminding me ‘you are at the Walters’. Well, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now. They’re proving a good medicine for my relocation stress (which has seemingly melted away since I moved in.) So I didn’t feel sad at all to leave my rented house. Stressed, yes – overwhelmed by the amount of stuff, yes - but not sad. More like… it was just time to go. And so grateful my parents came and helped, they made the whole thing a lot easier and quicker. I managed to send 3 carloads back to Yorkshire for storage with them, so now their house probably looks like a jumble sale! It was a fantastic weekend in one way though, because I saw a lot of my friends and family who had offered help. They arrived, they helped clear, they rehomed things, they gave hugs and smiles of support. It made the weekend a hell of a lot easier. So I know I have to a do a lot of thanking people this month. And maybe for the rest of my life!
As I leave one home and temporarily pitch up at another, I’ve just got some more details from ECC about my Japanese accommodation. Basically I tell them what I’d like (a beautiful 20- tatami mat house in the bamboo woods in Kyoto with bishy neighbours please) and they sort it out (a small flat shared with a few teachers in Osaka/Kobe... like it or lump it) so on the day my plane touches down, a helpful ECC person can take me straight there. I should get exact location details about a month before I fly out. Which would be around next week then. Good gravy. Oh, and I have my first proper big leaving do tonight – and I won’t even be drinking because of the antibiotics. Well, maybe one won’t hurt. I just can’t believe I’m really saying to goodbye to people already. And that’s the whole tooth.
Thursday, 27 August 2009
To your good health
And I don't know if it's particularly that, or my mind just coming to terms with he whole moving house/job/country/ eeek-ness, but I have not been feeling like myself over the last two weeks. Work sent me home last Friday because I looked awful - and I felt it! I ached all over, and just felt exhausted. So I went straight to bed at 5pm and didn't get up until 8am the next day. Since then I have felt fine and then exhausted in waves - when the wave hits, it's like having an out of body experience - the nearest thing I can compare it to is jetlag. Oh so ironic considering my medical paperwork ('this lady is medically fit and well') has only just reached Japan giving them the green light to sort out my Certificate of Eligibility >.< Anyway. Most people I talk to think it is stress related, and so I'm trying to take it a bit easier, and I hope when things get simpler (like when I have no house to worry about) the waves will start to subside. It may or may not be related, but I've been saying my first round of goodbyes as well recently. The local comic shop owners fed me a cup of tea and a farewell hug tonight; and last weekend I went out with all my doll friends for bento at Mount Fuji in Birmingham. Ah yes,I should explain about the dolls. I collect Asian Ball Jointed Dolls - very expensive, made of resin. I have 6, and I'll be taking some of them to Japan with me so expect to see some pics of them here. As a taster here's Kokoro (which means heart in Japanese) with a teddy that one of doll friends gave her on Saturday. I'm looking forward to meeting some Japanese doll owners as the friends I've made here through meet-ups are a cracking bunch. I'll miss our monthly get-togethers.
And still on the subject of Saturday at Mount Fuji (most yummy Japanese food I've ever eaten in the UK) I had the most delicious cake, called matcha - it was so light and fluffy it kind of boing-ed when you poked it. The cream with it is like a sweet red bean buttercream dusted with green tea powder. I certainly hope to have more of this in Japan - oishii desu ne! (Tasty!) Sweet dreams...