I finally moved into my new apartment this past weekend! It`s funny because in Japanese, my place is considered a mansion, but to an average American, it would be comparable to trying to convince someone that Whiskers is actually a fearless lion. The usual images conjured by the word mansion would be nowhere near the vicinity of the canvas that delineates the reality of my apartment size. But, just like Dorothy tells Toto how they aren`t in Kansas anymore, I have to remind myself that I am in a different country with different standards. So I guess in Japan, where everything is so compact and narrow, my apartment could be defined as a mansion. Even shrimps come in jumbo sizes too right? =D Nonetheless, after receiving most of my furniture, I can honestly say that I am satisfied with how my room has turned out. I dressed my stark naked mansion with just enough upholstery to make it seem classy, yet still hoochie. ;)
The only thing I have to wait for now is the refrigerator and my microwave and I`ll be able to cook myself some good home meals. Ah, just like how mom used to make it. Well, not quite, but it`s the nostalgic sentimentalism that counts right? Okay, better end this short and get some rest. Tomorrow about a 100 of us foreigners are going to the countryside to bask in the onsen (bathhouses) and no doubt get tow up from the flo up from different kinds of fermented sugar and yeast. (U kno what I mean) Sadly I caught a cold yesterday so I need to recover enough so that I can pace myself with the rest of em crazy Germans and Russians, not to mention those inciteful Koreans. Also, Charlie is coming to visit me all the way from Hiroshima. That`s like having somebody from Texas visit you in Cali. Man are we are going to party like tomorrow already passed. I`ll update more when I get the chance. Peace to all those reading this and make sure you look both ways before crossing the street.
