JAPANESE THINGS I DID FOR THE FIRST FEW DAYS IN THE STATES
• Kept sumimasen-ing people
• Kept saying “itadakimasu” and “gochisousama deshita” at meals (and taught my mom to say, “It was a feast” in English)
• Did the incredulity-filled “ehhhhh!” or the "un, un, un" while listening to people’s stories
• Responded with “hai” and “sou nan desuka” when speaking with my Spanish-speaking friends, mixing up Spanish and Japanese
• Bowed walking in and out of my old office
• Bowed and said “gochisousama deshita” in restaurants
• Kept running Japanese phrases through my head that I could use with the waitress or the guy behind the counter at Starbucks, before remembering that they could speak English, too (dolp)
• Forgot to leave tips in restaurants (and going back several days later to drop it off)
NON-JAPANESE THINGS I DID:
• Threw my feet up onto the seats of chairs when sitting at outdoor restaurants
• Made small talk with servers and cashiers, who kept calling me “sugar” and “honey”
• Struck up conversations with random strangers in stores (so fun!)
• Kept my shoes on in the house (but dang, that one was hard to do, and sometimes I’d kick them off at the front door out of habit)
• Walked around barefoot outside
• Wore spaghetti-strap tank tops and didn’t care
• Ate with a fork the whole time (well, duh)
THINGS I APPRECIATED ABOUT THE SOUTH:
• The food! (sure, a lot of it is fried and unhealthy, but there’s good stuff too, like fresh vegetables from the garden)
• The warmth of the people (yes, sometimes it’s fake, but it’s still a nice gesture) and facial expressions I can read
• The accent that can only be from rural North Carolina
• The natural beauty in the forests and fields and water
THINGS THAT I NOTICED:
• I had been wondering how they say, “Irasshaimase” because I certainly didn’t think it was “welcome.” What I got more than anything was, “Hi, how are you?” when I walked in a store.
• Customer service SUCKS. The cashiers act like they’re doing you a favor by allowing you to buy something.
• Finding a public restroom is a challenge. But when you find one there are always soap and paper towels. Having soap was great. But even though I gripe in Japan about the lack of paper towels, seeing how much mess and waste they cause has me thinking that maybe carrying around a little hand towel with you isn’t such a bad idea after all.
• There are public trashcans everywhere, but not as much recycling.
• Drinks were WAY too big! My dad got a 64-ounce Dr. Pepper at a convenience store for just a dollar or two. 64 ounces! That’s almost two liters! (1.89, to be exact.) And even the small drink at Chick-fil-A seemed too big.
• Nobody really wanted to hear any Japan stories. And I guess I didn’t really want to tell any, either. I didn’t miss Japan while I was gone. But I was really excited to go back. Why is that, I wonder?
Thursday, August 25, 2011
How I Spent My Summer Vacation
I think my time at home was just right (ちょっどいい！). I felt like time didn’t go too fast or too slow; I just felt like I was never in one place long enough to enjoy all there was to do or see everyone I wanted to see. I only saw six of my friends individually; the rest were all lumped together in a group (so sorry, guys!).
In a way, it was all just a blur: three days here; two days there; three days back here. The longest I was in one place was the week I spent with my family in Littleton (The Small Town With the Big Heart, Gateway to Beautiful Lake Gaston). But even then I didn’t put my clothes into the dresser like I should have; I just kept living out of my suitcase.
After I got used to the time difference (for the most part), I went shopping! My mom took me to Hanes Mall for makeup, the Kernersville Salvage Store for salvage (), Old Navy and Gap for clothes, and Target for school supplies and everything else. I actually bought so much at Target to justify buying stock in it, I think. Being able to recognize brand names and read labels is so amazing! And I found a ton of stuff for school everywhere I went: lined manuscript tablets, vocabulary flashcards, reward pencils, $30.00 worth of paper-correcting stickers, and more, which I packed up and mailed to myself at school.
After a few days at my mom’s house, I went to my dad’s. I had been dying to go for a swim ever since the students started swimming in June, so I spent most of the first day in his pool. My second day, though, I walked outside at 8:30 in the morning to hang my bathing suit up to dry in the sun. But when I went to open the door to go back inside, I realized it was locked. So I spent the next four hours (while dad was at work) trying and failing to break into his house, sobbing in frustration that all my morning plans were shot, reading old copies of the Littleton Observer that I found on the porch, playing with Mangle (my cat), swimming, and being thirsty. Lucky I had my bathing suit, though, huh. And Mangle and I were due for a little quality human-cat time. It was a pretty rotten morning but eventually turned into a nice day of accompanying Dad to Warren County for an afternoon of work. (Honestly, it was fun!)
Fun day!
Back in Greensboro, I had dinner with a big group of friends and a drink with a small group of friends. I was supposed to have a party with my old CNNC clients on Saturday, but the message didn't get around in time so it was cancelled. Instead, I just stopped by Dolores’s and Maria’s houses for a quick visit. It was fun, but I didn’t get to eat any home-cooked Mexican food! Maria did give Eddie and me a slice of cake, which was the size of the paper plate she served it on. It was delicious but hard to finish!
I spent the week of July 31 to August 5 at Stonehouse Timber Lodge in Littleton. It was so funny to be vacationing just three miles from where I grew up! There has always been a bit of tension between the locals and the “lake people” who just come on vacation, and here we were converted into them! It was really lovely though to spend a week with my brother and his family, my sister and her family, Mom, Rusty, and Duchess (the dog), after such a long time away. The whole week was spent swimming, boating, reading, relaxing, playing Bananagrams, eating delicious food, cracking jokes about the quantity of snakes in the lake, and spending time with my niece and nephews. It was definitely the best part of being home. Fambly.
BBQ at Grandpa's Barbeque
You remember my long list of things I wanted to eat. Well, I got through almost everything on my list! (Not everything, but almost everything.) Sometimes it was just a bite (like of Jonathan’s biscuits and gravy) and sometimes it was more than I could eat (like that 16-ounce steak), but it was divine to savor so many exquisite tastes! I also enjoyed a different microbrewed beer with almost every restaurant meal I had! The only things I still have a hankering for are sliced dill pickles (not hamburger chips), spiced apple rings, and baklava (thank you very much for sending those through the mail).
On a final note, I’d like to ask you all to boycott Budget Rental Cars for me, please. I had reserved a car online for $350.00, but the price shot up to $600 when I added insurance at the desk at pick-up time. (“But don’t worry,” the lady behind the counter told me. “$200 of that is just a hold on your credit card; it’s really just $450.00.”) When I went to drop off the car (two days early, might I add), I was told I would receive no discount for dropping it off early, that my new total was $903.00, and that I still had to pay a balance of about $500.00.
“No,” I told them as politely as I could. “I signed for $600. I’m not going to pay more.” (Breach of contract, or something like that.) After a civil conversation with the incompetent soul behind the counter, the manager was finally summoned. It seems that I had been charged for extra services I didn’t receive (like satellite radio or GPS). The issue was finally resolved and I “only” paid $600.00, but I’m still furious about the whole thing because it was supposed to be just $350.00, so I thought. I’m also disappointed with the incompetence of people, who can only stare dumbly at the computer screen before them and not have a word of explanation for the politely irate customer in front of them.
All in all, though, I had a wonderful time, and I’m happy I was able to go back home! Now I just need to think about what to do next year.
In a way, it was all just a blur: three days here; two days there; three days back here. The longest I was in one place was the week I spent with my family in Littleton (The Small Town With the Big Heart, Gateway to Beautiful Lake Gaston). But even then I didn’t put my clothes into the dresser like I should have; I just kept living out of my suitcase.
After I got used to the time difference (for the most part), I went shopping! My mom took me to Hanes Mall for makeup, the Kernersville Salvage Store for salvage (), Old Navy and Gap for clothes, and Target for school supplies and everything else. I actually bought so much at Target to justify buying stock in it, I think. Being able to recognize brand names and read labels is so amazing! And I found a ton of stuff for school everywhere I went: lined manuscript tablets, vocabulary flashcards, reward pencils, $30.00 worth of paper-correcting stickers, and more, which I packed up and mailed to myself at school.
After a few days at my mom’s house, I went to my dad’s. I had been dying to go for a swim ever since the students started swimming in June, so I spent most of the first day in his pool. My second day, though, I walked outside at 8:30 in the morning to hang my bathing suit up to dry in the sun. But when I went to open the door to go back inside, I realized it was locked. So I spent the next four hours (while dad was at work) trying and failing to break into his house, sobbing in frustration that all my morning plans were shot, reading old copies of the Littleton Observer that I found on the porch, playing with Mangle (my cat), swimming, and being thirsty. Lucky I had my bathing suit, though, huh. And Mangle and I were due for a little quality human-cat time. It was a pretty rotten morning but eventually turned into a nice day of accompanying Dad to Warren County for an afternoon of work. (Honestly, it was fun!)
Back in Greensboro, I had dinner with a big group of friends and a drink with a small group of friends. I was supposed to have a party with my old CNNC clients on Saturday, but the message didn't get around in time so it was cancelled. Instead, I just stopped by Dolores’s and Maria’s houses for a quick visit. It was fun, but I didn’t get to eat any home-cooked Mexican food! Maria did give Eddie and me a slice of cake, which was the size of the paper plate she served it on. It was delicious but hard to finish!
I spent the week of July 31 to August 5 at Stonehouse Timber Lodge in Littleton. It was so funny to be vacationing just three miles from where I grew up! There has always been a bit of tension between the locals and the “lake people” who just come on vacation, and here we were converted into them! It was really lovely though to spend a week with my brother and his family, my sister and her family, Mom, Rusty, and Duchess (the dog), after such a long time away. The whole week was spent swimming, boating, reading, relaxing, playing Bananagrams, eating delicious food, cracking jokes about the quantity of snakes in the lake, and spending time with my niece and nephews. It was definitely the best part of being home. Fambly.
BBQ at Grandpa's BarbequeSunset on Lake Gaston
You remember my long list of things I wanted to eat. Well, I got through almost everything on my list! (Not everything, but almost everything.) Sometimes it was just a bite (like of Jonathan’s biscuits and gravy) and sometimes it was more than I could eat (like that 16-ounce steak), but it was divine to savor so many exquisite tastes! I also enjoyed a different microbrewed beer with almost every restaurant meal I had! The only things I still have a hankering for are sliced dill pickles (not hamburger chips), spiced apple rings, and baklava (thank you very much for sending those through the mail).
On a final note, I’d like to ask you all to boycott Budget Rental Cars for me, please. I had reserved a car online for $350.00, but the price shot up to $600 when I added insurance at the desk at pick-up time. (“But don’t worry,” the lady behind the counter told me. “$200 of that is just a hold on your credit card; it’s really just $450.00.”) When I went to drop off the car (two days early, might I add), I was told I would receive no discount for dropping it off early, that my new total was $903.00, and that I still had to pay a balance of about $500.00.
“No,” I told them as politely as I could. “I signed for $600. I’m not going to pay more.” (Breach of contract, or something like that.) After a civil conversation with the incompetent soul behind the counter, the manager was finally summoned. It seems that I had been charged for extra services I didn’t receive (like satellite radio or GPS). The issue was finally resolved and I “only” paid $600.00, but I’m still furious about the whole thing because it was supposed to be just $350.00, so I thought. I’m also disappointed with the incompetence of people, who can only stare dumbly at the computer screen before them and not have a word of explanation for the politely irate customer in front of them.
All in all, though, I had a wonderful time, and I’m happy I was able to go back home! Now I just need to think about what to do next year.
Monday, August 22, 2011
North Carolina Preface
(I promise the rest of my NC blog will be jumbled together and in bulletpoint form, with actual events and perhaps pictures, so stick with me just a little longer.)
When I first landed at the Minneapolis airport after 11 hours of flying, I was jetlagged, cramped, and not thinking clearly. My body was still on Japan time (somewhere around 4:00 a.m.) and my brain was mush. As I walked through the hallway towards the gate whose flight would take me to Raleigh, I stared openly at all the non-Japanese people and clutched my handbag to my chest as if I were lost in the middle of some unknown jungle, instead of just making a trip through an airport. Everything seemed both reassuringly familiar but disastrously different at the same time, and I waited for my flight in a fog of culture shock and sleepiness, listening to the English all around me.
Three hours later, we touched down at RDU, but I couldn’t summon the energy to cheer. Even when I realized that no one was waiting for me at the gate, I just sleepwalked over to baggage claim, then propped myself up against a pole while waiting for someone to show up. It was only about three minutes later when I saw my mom come flying through the crowd towards me to envelop me in a huge bear hug. Traffic had been bad, she explained with her arms around me, and they couldn’t get to the airport on time.
On the two-and-a-half-hour drive back to Winston-Salem, I made myself stay awake, but as soon as we got home I had a shower and hit the hay. I slept from 10:00 p.m. to 1:00 the next afternoon.
The next day, Saturday, I sat in mom’s backyard, reading “Spiral” by Koji Suzuki (what a terrible ending) and trying to soak up as much direct sunlight as possible, because that’s what all the articles say you should do to recover from jetlag. I don’t think I did one productive thing the entire day, and it was wonderful. Mom and I spent all day together, I played the piano a little, and didn’t do much of anything else.
I went to sleep at 11:00 p.m. and was wide-awake at 3:30 a.m.
At five, I got out of bed where I had been reading, and started to slink around the house. I couldn’t go outside because the house has an alarm system I was sure to trip. So I stayed in the kitchen and read the newspaper and ate cereal, watching the dawn slowly creep in.
Somehow I made it through the day with only one nap, and then I was, more or less, back on the right schedule.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Progress
I was organizing my apartment today when I stumbled upon the Japanese textbook for first graders that my first Japanese teacher gave to me back in September or October last year.
I opened it up to that hateful Mr. Fox and Mr. Bear story that made me cry, and wouldn't you know, I read the whole 9 pages (of really big type and colorful pictures) in under ten minutes. And I understood the whole thing! It's amazing what a few months of study can do. But I remember how much that damn story frustrated me back when I knew nothing, and it feels so good to be able to kick its ass now. (フランス語ごめん.）
In other literary news, I just finished wading through six months of "Umi to Kontakuto", a 124-page upper elementary school book, in June, and that felt good, too. I didn't understand about 40% of it, but I was able to follow the basic gist all the way to the end, page by excruciating page.
If I'm going to be taking N3 in December, I need to get on the ball! But at least I know I can hold my own against a Japanese six-year old. Let's do this thing!
I opened it up to that hateful Mr. Fox and Mr. Bear story that made me cry, and wouldn't you know, I read the whole 9 pages (of really big type and colorful pictures) in under ten minutes. And I understood the whole thing! It's amazing what a few months of study can do. But I remember how much that damn story frustrated me back when I knew nothing, and it feels so good to be able to kick its ass now. (フランス語ごめん.）
If I'm going to be taking N3 in December, I need to get on the ball! But at least I know I can hold my own against a Japanese six-year old. Let's do this thing!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
14 Hours Till Take-Off
I will write a long post about my lovely North Carolina vacation very soon, but in the meantime I just wanted to let you know I am on my way back to Japan. I leave Raleigh at 11:00 a.m. on Wednesday and get to Tokyo at 5:30 p.m. on Thursday. See you soon!
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