My Codie Cat

I love my little Codie Cat and I miss her dearly. I have heard that there are tons of stray cats running aroung Tokyo but I have yet to see any. I just want to pet her again and although she is never as interested in it anymore, I want to play hide and seek with her... I just might have to find someone here who has a cat and try to substitute my love for Codie with my love for it instead. I don't want to forget how it feels to touch a cat and to relate with one. they are such precious creatures. And they're so cute. Oh how I miss my Codie!

I miss how she curls up under blankets and how she picks up her little rope and totes it around calling for attention. I miss her crazy eyes when I slide my hand out of her sight utop the couch. I miss her bug call as she switches her tail and watches the birds flutter beyond the sliding glass. I miss her obstanence in the face of rules due to both her curiosity and loving nature. I miss how she curls up at my feet when I read in my bed, and the routine we got into when I turned in for the night.

I would switch off the light and pretend to shut the door. Suddenly she would come running through the crack with a questioning pur. Ambling over to my sheets and sliding in, she would make her way to her food tray. Then she would tear off back into the darkened rooms of the apartment to initiate her call of loneliness. I would lay patiently as her voice drew closer and until when I could see the blurry shadow or her physique press through the door ajar. Halfway between a pur and a meow she would momentarily disapear beyond the edge of my matress, and then suddenly with a tiny coo she would emerge with her tiny rope in mouth and a loving blink in her eye.

She would startle me almost every time.

Then she would drop her rope as I would shift into a loose fetal position where she would wait until I was still and then drop into a warm ball of fur above my lap and pur loudly. this would last for a minute or two before she would jump down, nibble at her food once again and return off to the lonely darkness calling for a guiding light.

I hope she does not feel lost without me, and I hope that she can make herself at home with my mother as well. I know that she is familiar with that envirnment, so I'm sure she will be fine.

Japanese Food

I know now that for the most part I do not like Japanese food. I'll eat the rice and chicken and beef, but they are often few and/or far between. Just the other day I went with a group of the exchange students out for lunch... they ended up deciding on a sushi bar--the last place in the world I wanted to be. Looking at the menu made my stomache turn horribly. I had to walk back to the school and eat curry rice at the cafeteria. By-the-way, I've never had curry rice before and I ended up throwing half of it away... too spicy. In this city pretty much the only food afordable on a daily basis and in decent amounts disgusts me... but let me be more specific... Fish, guts, sushi, pork, indian food, and other nasty things are cheapest. Cheese, sweet things, chicken, fried rice, and beef are either really expesive or hard to find. My first couple of days I lived off of packaged pastries. I soon found spaghetti, but had to buy a pot, collinder, finger ladle, and utensils in order to make it. The tomato sauce wasn't sweet enough, in a large enough glass container, or at a reasonable price. Just the other day, I found some frozen fried rice at a good price, but man does it taste weird. I was going to buy stuff to make pizza, but then I realized that the cheese is basically three times the price in america for half the amount.

That's another thing. At resturants or whenever you eat somewhere other than in your room, with your meal comes a tiny little bitty cup. Appearently the Japanese don't drink fluids very much... maybe it's because they have soup with everything. I don't like miso soup either, it's swimming with seaweed and it tastes a little fishy. One day I lived off of these weird noodles that were a little sweet, but made my stomache turn and burn a little.

For the most part, I am at least beginning to find some cheaper things to feast on and eventually I hope to adjust enough to branch out to other tpes of food, but for now its strictly survival until I can get a comfortable base variety to lean on. I will experiment, but only when my stomache has the luxury of wasting food. I learned that the hard way. I went to the Fall Equinoxical Festival and it was amazing, but I bought this wierd potatoe and rice pancake wich sandwiched Japanese vegatbles with lots of sauce and mayo on top... It looked really delicious, but once I tried it it made my stomache turn for no good reason. I had to give it to someone else to finish.

Any-who... Japanese food sucks, but Tokyo is more than just food and I love this place! There are so many things to do and so many nice people. I'm sure I'll figure everything out... I also think I should probably write all of this down in some coherent fashion and put it here later on. Bt until then.... jya... matta!

Japan!

Wow... wow... just wow... I'm in Japan and boy is it amazing. The people are so nice and its not as busy in Tokyo as I expected... And they drrive CRAZY! I wrote in my journal about my first experiences here, and I'm tranpose it here as soon as I can. I forgot to bring it with me today... I honestly didn't know I would be able to use the computer today... but I can and I'm soo happy.

Most of the other exchange students are from the US like me... there are two girls from France, a girl from Australia, and a guy from Canada. Everyone else is from the States. Everyone is so cool. They are all such good people. I am learning a lot about human nature as I am learning a lot about Japanese culture. Like for one thing... you don't hand your money to the cashiers here. you place it in a tray and they take it from there... I learned that the hard way with much apologies. Also you bag your own groceries and bought items. They give you bags and you walk over to a table with your hand cart to bag your things yourself. I guess its to minimize the wait in line... makes sense to me... now.

yesterday we went as a group to register with th government immigration stuff and to the bank to open an account, and we went to the top of the building and looked out the window. There really isn't just one center to the city, but different clusters with tall skyscrapers in the middle... Its was truely amazing looking down on it all...

Well I have to go now... I must meet my language exchange partner... bye bye!

Tokyo Tomorrow

I am absolutely terrified. I don't think I've been so scared in my life... Tomorrow morning I'll be going to Japan and I'll be staying there for a year. The staying there for a year part is nothing to me right now... it's the getting over there part that has got me shaking in my shorts. I really don't like airplanes... but I'm hoping the large size of this one will help buffer my terror.

Planes are wonderful contraptions, don't get me wrong. They are a mechanical marvel. They are a testament to human enginuity. But they also scare the crap out of me. I don't like the feeling of take-off, when the force of the engines presses me agianst my seat and causes my neck muscles to tense up. I don't like the way my heart pounds either. And then when it finally gets into the air I don't like that I can't roll the window down to get some fresh air or make a pit-stop to wake my legs up.

I must sit calmly in my seat and suffer any disgusting smells that might crawl up my nose from the lady two seats away who is wolfing down a roastbeef sandwich, or from the man behind me who is visciously munching down on some peanuts.

As soon as landing is in sight, my nerves begin to calm and my body can begin to relax, because my opportunity to exit an artaficial environment draws near. Once I exit the plane, my senses will begin to clear up and reality will once again hold reign over my mind. Before then, nerves will hold that power, and could possibly clutch the wheel of time as well. I just pray that God will take over and pull me through this. I am hoping He will throw my fear aside and remove the self-made filters from my eyes so that I can see as a healthy human being does.

Beyond that... I'm sure my first couple of day will be a bit scary, but I don't see my fears taking hold of me on soil as it used to. Conquering the plane conqueres fear itself.