Monday, September 23, 2013

Relish in the Unexpected

We live in a world full of conflicting forces. Gravity consistently pulling us down while we constantly try with unceasing effort to stand. We are driven in a hundred different directions every minute, each one a requirement, not an option. How can we possibly plan for anything in life or a future if the wind changes without the smallest warning? Where is the meteorologist to predict the storms in my way so I can pack my umbrella or at least clothes my windows?
People spend their entire lives trying to control things. Themselves, their future, their relationships, jobs, finances, situations. I planned my move to Japan for over 2 years before it actually happened. I spent hours reading blogs, browsing pinterest, searching for jobs and apartments and opinions that in the end, made little difference at all. 
One of my first skype interviews eventually became the job to which I am now employed, they had an apartment ready for me, and the blogs taught me almost nothing compared to what I have learned in the 2 short months Ive lived in this beautiful place. I expected this adventure to be a learning experience and it is. Being submerged in a culture that you have very little understanding of, a language you cannot speak nor read, and a community you barely realized existed before you were thrust into it teaches a person many things, some of which are more difficult to list than others.
I`ve learned some basic phrases in Japanese and I'm getting better at understanding what people say to me, even if I don't quite know how to respond. Ive learned how to pay bills that I cannot read, buy cleaning supplies, bath products, and food without reading any labels, and how to cook rice on an induction heater without burning it to the bottom of my saucepan. Ive gotten very good at switching the languages on various electronics and finally having a full time, adult job with a salary that well exceeds my needs in a country that is remarkably inexpensive is quickly teaching me how to build a budget and control my otherwise volatile spending habits. 
There are many questions people in your home country ask you when you inform them that you are moving across the world by yourself simply for a change of pace. `You`re going all the way over there all alone?` `Do you even speak Japanese?` `Are you into Asian guys?` All valid questions and few with any comforting answers. Generally, the purpose of a new adventure like this is to shock your system and bringing along too much of your previous life would defeat that so yes, I came here alone, no, I don't speak Japanese, and I didn't come here in search of some Rom Com, montage filled romance so whether or not I'm a rice queen is irrelevant. 
But as confidently as these answers come every time the questions are posed, moving across the world completely alone with nothing but a few suitcases and a one way ticket is scarey as shit. What comes as a complete and fully heartwarming surprise upon arrival is the community that your solitude pushes you into. The family of gaijin (foreigners) that exists and supports itself here is truly an incredibly thing and one to be studied by anthropologists, if they know whats good for them. Going to a bar and trying to meet people in most places is daunting and frightening and usually fruitless. You never know if you will have anything to talk about with anyone, if you'll meet anyone that you have something remotely in common with, or if you're blessed by the gods, maybe meet someone you could learn to understand you. In a place where 90% of the people I speak with cant even understand the language I speak, it is an indescribably comforting thing to know that I can walk into a gaijin bar and know that every person there has a similar job to mine, is in a similar culturally confused state, and is enough of a kindred spirit to have jumped on a plane, solo, and come to the same place I did, looking for the same general idea of adventure.
What is further surprising, though it shouldn't be because we are all teachers by profession, is how much each one of these gaijin will teach you about yourself and the people and experiences around you. 
This weekend I attended a sake festival here in Okayama with a few friends who have been very welcoming and helpful in socializing me a bit. It was a large, 4 hour event with sake, wine, and beer from all over Japan which obviously promoted friendliness and camaraderie. The festival was crowded with a large number of foreigners and every one of them at least said hello to 95% of the others. A bond forms between people when you are thrown into the same earth shattering and rebuilding situation that we are all in and people generally embrace that. What these sensei have taught me are valuable and altering lessons that I will never let go of. The experience teaches us to stop planning and just go with what life gives us. Who cares about your plans for the Monday holiday when you spend Sunday night surrounded by some of the most interesting, brave, and free-spirited people in the world? 
Stop planning for your life and your future. You cant. Of course, be prepared for the unexpected because that's all you can really expect. Have a savings account, aspirations, dreams. But act on what you feel. Enjoy the life your living because if you don't, there`s nothing worth planning for. Ive spent a fair amount of brain power since I got here thinking about what to do when I leave. Where I might want to go, what jobs I might want to pursue and who I might do those things with. But the lesson of the first bit of this experience has finally sunk in. You go places and do things in life and meanwhile, you fall in love. You fall in love with places, people, communities, and experiences. Chase those feelings. Follow your happiness and stop worrying about what comes next. 
And when you walk home at 6 am after a night filled with wine, ramen, and karaoke, stop. Sit on a curb and relish that moment. The person who sits next to you probably understands you better than anyone in the world right then and that is beautiful. So is the sunrise over a train station in Japan while you sit in silence and listen to world stir on a new and beautiful day.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Sloshball

So it's been 2 weeks now that I've officially been teaching on my own and I am happy to report that it is going swimmingly. The kids are so smart and so eager to learn, it feels so great to be a part of their upbringing. My mother having been a preschool teacher for almost 30 years now, I have definitely learned much more from her than I realized. 
In other, non-work-related news, I've started socializing a bit more here in Okayama. I went out to an expat bar last Saturday and met some people who got me connected with the Ajets, a group of foreign teachers in the area who organize social gatherings and fun events for all of us lonely teachers. It seems like a great resource that has already helped quite a bit. I attended at event they held yesterday aptly named 'sloshball'. Basically it's a big game of kickball with an additional rule that a player must always, without exception, have a drink in their hand (most choose beer or something similar). We played for a few hours, fighting off the coming typhoon but when lightning started to strike the parking lot, we simply had to quit. The game was fun but more importantly, the people were incredibly friendly and ready to greet and welcome a newcomer like myself. It seems as though no matter how long a teacher has been here, we all came for the same reason in the beginning and it was quite nice to feel that little connection with so many people for the first time since I arrived here. I am very excited to get to know them better and hopefully make some real friends in the group. It's interesting to know that no matter where I move or what I pursue, people seek community. Be it theatre in NYC, serving drinks at chilis, or teaching kids all the way in Japan, it seems as though people instinctually draw together and support one another. It's nice to know that with all the crap that goes on in the world, no matter where you go, someone will welcome you with open arms. 
On a less sappy and possibly less significant note, I made my first hair appointment yesterday. It is getting dreadfully long and since it hasn't been properly cut in months, it just grows larger and more difficult to deal with everyday. Japanese men have the coolest hairstyles I've ever seen and I am positive I can't pull any of them off. I'm planning on bringing a lot of pictures since none of the stylists speak English and hopefully I'll end up with something resembling what I want. It's only hair and you can always change it, but it is on my head and I'd like it to look good. 
Getting a computer (finally) in just a couple weeks so I promise, when that happens, my posts will become more frequent and much more exciting. 

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Starting Off

So it has officially been one month since I landed here in Okayama city and I've settled in nicely, if a little financially challenged. I feel I got lucky in being offered this city. It's beautiful with rivers and gardens everywhere and has just the right amount going on. Tokyo would be fun but overwhelming. This city is nice, very safe as far as catastrophic japanese wether is concerned, and very close to plenty points of interest that I shouldn't ever get bored. I couple weeks ago they held the annual Momotoro festival here which celebrates the boy who brought peaches to the city and made Okayama famous (apparently, during peach season, you can easily spend $30 on one peach the size of your head). The whole festival weekend is filled with dancing performed by hundreds of groups from all around Okayama Prefecture and culminates in a parade that ends with the entire city in the street dancing together for an hour. My friends in America can attest when I say that US teenagers have little to no american cultural pride and often find events like this 'lame'. Not in Japan! The entire event was lead by teenagers and young adults maintaining awe inspiring excitement and enthusiasm all weekend. The people here are simply incredibly proud to be Japanese and they love to celebrate that heritage. 
Aside from beautiful scenery and exciting festivals, I did come to Japan with a job to do. 6 days per week, it is my privilege to teach Okayama's brightest 4 year olds in an all english, american style preschool. These are by far the most focused and eager 15 children I have ever seen. They sit through vocabulary, math, science, geography, and spelling lessons without a complaint and are thrilled each Monday when I bring them new words to learn. It is exhausting and I have a newfound understanding of why my mother has always come home each day ready to relax and sleep (she has been a preschool teacher in the states for almost 30 years now). I am slowly but surely falling in love with each student I have, despite certain attention and behavioral issues. Some kids like to fight. What're ya gonna do? 
Overall, I am enjoying Japan so far and feel certain I made the right choice in coming here. This is bound to be an exciting ride and I am happy to take you all on it with me. Stay tuned!!