Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Japanese Diary: Swimming, Sinking, and Surfing

Preface: I have been wanting to write this series for a long time, more for my own sake than yours. I feel that it is important to occasionally write down my feelings, the lessons I have learned and my impressions so that I will actually remember them. I am posting them so that I will always know where they are. Feel free to read at your leisure and have a glimpse into my deeper thoughts….

     Three years ago this week, I acted on one of the most dramatic decisions I have ever made. With only two Japanese words in my vocabulary (“thank you” and “good morning”) and lots of pink clothes in my suitcase, I stepped on to a plane headed to an unknown city, to meet unknown people, and to fulfill an unknown mission. Many people told me I was brave. I didn’t feel brave – in fact I was so scared that I occasionally took Xanax the week leading to my departure. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. But, I also couldn’t not go. As scared as I was, I knew that God was calling me to Japan. I had no idea why, but I knew not to follow that calling would be a grave mistake. I also knew that no matter how alone I felt, I never would be truly alone because if God was sending me on an assignment, He would always be there to help me.
     What happened the next few days, weeks, and months are kind of a blur, but several situations really stand out. For example, the day after I arrived, I met Sarah. We were “randomly” assigned to the same table for lunch. During the course, of the meal, she just “happened” to mention that she was a Christian and was looking forward to finding a church once we arrived in Hamamatsu City. I vividly recall thinking “”Wow, so I’m not the only Christian in this country!” Several days later, we were wandering the streets of the city looking for an elusive church building, when we asked friendly-looking lady where it was. She just “happened” to be a member of a church filled with lots of charming little-old-ladies (LOLs!) God was at work behind the scenes and I was excited to be a part of it!!
     Before I left, a dear friend who has had much experience living overseas told me that moving to a new country was like being a tiny puppy in the ocean. No matter how hard you tried to doggy-paddle the waves of newness would keep on crashing down. Every time you tried to get your footing, a new one would knock you over. However, eventually, you would start to anticipate them and brace yourself whereupon you might actually start to enjoy the ride! Her words could not have been any wiser. It was just like that… Life was downright frustrating at times! Everything was so new and I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. Actually, I knew I stuck out. My new students literally ran away in fear every time they saw me. The traffic inevitably slowed down when I was walking. Everyone seemed to know who I was, but I had no idea who they were – or how to function in their society. I was one tall, brightly dressed, blonde bumbling through their society. The lowest day came when after a horrible encounter with a cockroach falling on me from my food cabinet I sat on the couch and sobbed. I just wanted to go home to the safety of the familiar! After crying for an hour or so, I realized that nothing was going to improve if I remained in my present state so I decided to do the next best thing. I went looking for a doughnut!
     After a fifteen minute or so walk, I finally found a Circle-K. There I purchased eggs (cheese and bacon where beyond my Japanese shopping skills), milk, orange juice, and something that looked like five delicious peach jam-filled doughnut holes. I was going to make a breakfast-dinner that would make any Toelcke proud. Who cared if the eggs tasted slightly like fish, I still had my doughnut! That was until I bit inside of it. What I thought was to be a sweet bread filled with jam, actually was a bean bun filled with the likes of peach-flavored refried beans. Right then and there, I lost it. Had I known how to get to the airport, I would have packed my bags and headed home. But there was something to be said about not knowing how to use Japanese buses. My lack of knowledge meant that I couldn’t make any rash decisions. So there I was in the middle of nowhere crying until I started laughing . “This will make a funny story someday,” I thought to myself. That someday has become today – three years later – when I can realize how far I have come and how faithful God has been.
Of course, life didn’t become easy overnight. In fact, I can’t say that anything truly meaningful in life is ever easy. I still had (and have) challenges here in Japan. But, I have also slowly learned to anticipate the waves and even ride them sometimes!

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Fukuroi Fireworks (袋井花火)

 This weekend several of us dressed up in yukata (a Japanese summer kimono) and went to see one of Japan's largest firework displays.  Every year, companies set-off huge fireworks as a way to to give back to the community.  Fukuroi City's fireworks were quite spectacular and lasted for about an hour and a half.  We saw all shapes and colors including a frog, butterflies, and Mt. Fuji!

L to R: Me, Sarah, Mami (our yukata dresser), Satoko (another new Christian), and Jen (a Chinese Canadian private English teacher)



Nagashima Spa Land

A couple weekends ago, six of us went to Nagashima Spa Land a large water park in Nagoya.  In an attempt not to destroy my camera, I kept it safely tucked away in my locker instead of carrying it down the water slides.  However, I did get a few shots of the fun day.


Apparently,  no tattoos are allowed (I found this photo especially funny since the big burly guy has a hibiscus on his shoulder)

We met Peter Rabbit (Why he was at a water park, I have no clue)

Getting kissed by Peter Rabbit (Apparently, I was trying to make a rabbit face, too!)

A super-humungous roller coaster that we didn't ride

Dancing Shoes!

As some of you know, last year I joined a ballroom dancing class aptly named "Dancing with the Gaijins" (gaijin means "foreigner" in Japanese).  Anyway, after a year of attempting to keep on normal heels (I stepped out of them several times) I finally decided to order a gorgeous sparkly silver pair of actual dancing shoes.  I don't know if they will improve my dancing skills, but they are pretty (and extra bonus -- they are perfect harp shoes, too!)