i'm getting the month-long syndrome already, settling into a certain kind of routine, walking around like it's my all-too-familiar neighbourhood, feeling almost as if this might as well have been home - evening jogs and trips to 7-11. yet noticing how everything is in japanese, the noise and lights from the nearby pachinko parlours, the wide spaces everywhere, i realise how this isn't home, and that 4 months is far too short to really get to know every quirk and corner of this amazing place.
although, admittedly, not everyday is a stroll through sakura-lined avenues, or camwhore-worthy yukata-wearing classes, or mad shopping in 4 levels of h&m and f21 in the glitzy neon city lights. there are days when waking up at 7 everyday for intensive japanese classes become a huge-ass drag and days when budgeting in this mad-expensive place becomes a huge-ass chore.
but i'm happy for every moment and opportunity here. learning a whole new language, cycling past brightly-coloured tulips on the way to school everyday, getting a part-time job ($! (:), cooking and preparing my own bento everyday, every person i meet.
