A week is too long
This last week or so felt so long. When you don’t sleep much it tends to feel that way, but then agian I did a lot, too. Let’s see how much I can remember...before I fall asleep or put it off until later (this is another one that I’m posting on the tomorrow after writting) :
So, wow besides the big blur of time, I went to my host mom’s English conversation club last Saturday. It was neat, and since everyone wanted to talk, we had fun doing quite a lot, and they invited me back. I’ll go and skip Saturday’s school sometime (which I’ll be doing many more times this trimester, I think). The other cool thing about that place was that a friend of a friend happened to know someone interested in speaking English with a foreigner. So, when I walked out of that meeting, there was a young lady standing outside looking like she was waiting for something, and as soon as she started eyeing me I beat her to the punch with a smile and a “maybe?”. Then we spent the rest of the afternoon walking, talking, eating Shabushabu (fried beef...ish) and finally we went to a river. It was pretty cool, saw some friends along the way, had icecream, spoke an nice mix of English and Japanese (meaning she learned some and there were few misunderstandings:) and when we got to the river we had fun rock-hopping, me lending a hand or carrying when appropriate, then sat for a long while dangling our feet in the not-yet-spring-warmed water talking and laughing some more and being cold I walked her to the train station with an arm around her shoulders. If I’m not misstaken I could have tried for a kiss, but recently (as in the last year or so... hehe) I’ve been a bit confused about dating and that was the closest I’ve been in a while. I think this is kind of a fun thing to talk about, so I will^^ When I first got here I was immedatly attracted to one of the other exchange students in my group of twelve in the South and West Tokyo area. Pear, as she likes to be called, is from Thailand, and one hell of a girl. When this group and I first came here we all took a Japanese course together before school started in September, so she and I got a chance to hang out with everybody after class ended around 1pm. It was great, we can’t always communicate, and apparently people back home aren’t the only ones who don’t always get my jokes but, jeez, don’t even have to think when I’m around her. All I have to do is try to be not just nice but a great guy, and not show it too much that I melt when she’s there. I mean she was the first person that *I* kissed spontainiously in public. Needless to say, it’s hard when she lives and hour or so away by the public, but not free, train and we both, as is everyone in our group, or in this Metropolis, are busy far too much of the time. I’ve had serveral crushes with many ending after I realized with my French classmate that our school was impossible, other pushed to the sideline because it’s so hard to stay in contact with those not in a group with me, and still more people, in this Rotary district as returnees or next-year-goers, who I’m left to wonder about subconsciously. I come back to Pear though whenever there is the off chance get-together (we’ve yet to be just two again) andthose are always great fun, and of couse I can be with her, many hold hands, just enough that I...well keep up dreaming. I guess I can’t complain, This whole experience centers around having hard things happen to you, and then bringing yourself up to the challenge or just acting on disired occourance. It would be wrong to say there is not oppourtunity in life, but how much can one take, and how much can one bear to leave.
With those lukewarm and just shy of deep thoughts I leave now for a quick trip to the bath, bed, and hopefully beyond in dreamland. Or at least a pleasent tomorrow, when school will start in earnest after another early morning of Kendo.
there is goes again, that feeling that I can do this, that, and the other thing...
cohesive, if not constuctively yours, Gabe
So, wow besides the big blur of time, I went to my host mom’s English conversation club last Saturday. It was neat, and since everyone wanted to talk, we had fun doing quite a lot, and they invited me back. I’ll go and skip Saturday’s school sometime (which I’ll be doing many more times this trimester, I think). The other cool thing about that place was that a friend of a friend happened to know someone interested in speaking English with a foreigner. So, when I walked out of that meeting, there was a young lady standing outside looking like she was waiting for something, and as soon as she started eyeing me I beat her to the punch with a smile and a “maybe?”. Then we spent the rest of the afternoon walking, talking, eating Shabushabu (fried beef...ish) and finally we went to a river. It was pretty cool, saw some friends along the way, had icecream, spoke an nice mix of English and Japanese (meaning she learned some and there were few misunderstandings:) and when we got to the river we had fun rock-hopping, me lending a hand or carrying when appropriate, then sat for a long while dangling our feet in the not-yet-spring-warmed water talking and laughing some more and being cold I walked her to the train station with an arm around her shoulders. If I’m not misstaken I could have tried for a kiss, but recently (as in the last year or so... hehe) I’ve been a bit confused about dating and that was the closest I’ve been in a while. I think this is kind of a fun thing to talk about, so I will^^ When I first got here I was immedatly attracted to one of the other exchange students in my group of twelve in the South and West Tokyo area. Pear, as she likes to be called, is from Thailand, and one hell of a girl. When this group and I first came here we all took a Japanese course together before school started in September, so she and I got a chance to hang out with everybody after class ended around 1pm. It was great, we can’t always communicate, and apparently people back home aren’t the only ones who don’t always get my jokes but, jeez, don’t even have to think when I’m around her. All I have to do is try to be not just nice but a great guy, and not show it too much that I melt when she’s there. I mean she was the first person that *I* kissed spontainiously in public. Needless to say, it’s hard when she lives and hour or so away by the public, but not free, train and we both, as is everyone in our group, or in this Metropolis, are busy far too much of the time. I’ve had serveral crushes with many ending after I realized with my French classmate that our school was impossible, other pushed to the sideline because it’s so hard to stay in contact with those not in a group with me, and still more people, in this Rotary district as returnees or next-year-goers, who I’m left to wonder about subconsciously. I come back to Pear though whenever there is the off chance get-together (we’ve yet to be just two again) andthose are always great fun, and of couse I can be with her, many hold hands, just enough that I...well keep up dreaming. I guess I can’t complain, This whole experience centers around having hard things happen to you, and then bringing yourself up to the challenge or just acting on disired occourance. It would be wrong to say there is not oppourtunity in life, but how much can one take, and how much can one bear to leave.
With those lukewarm and just shy of deep thoughts I leave now for a quick trip to the bath, bed, and hopefully beyond in dreamland. Or at least a pleasent tomorrow, when school will start in earnest after another early morning of Kendo.
there is goes again, that feeling that I can do this, that, and the other thing...
cohesive, if not constuctively yours, Gabe