I’ve noticed that I haven’t been posting too much about myself as of late. I’ve been talking mostly about things I’ve seen or places I’ve been. I haven’t said too much on how I feel.
I think that’s because I have very little to say. Work has been fine for the most part. I still go out with friends or by myself. I do housework.
I think I expected the experience of living in Japan to be a bit more novel. While a lot of people I know think that everything is so new or strange, I just see it as everyday life, just speaking a different language.
Last night, while chatting with some coworkers after work, I think I might understand now why I feel this way. A lot of my coworkers speak and understand minimal Japanese, so [they said that] they fill in the blanks with their imaginations. So, everything has a story or deeper meaning to it. I don’t do that. They see a sign and guess what mystical wonderful thing its for. I see a sign saying Grilled Meat, beer 50% off.
That isn’t to say I’m unhappy here or upset at being literate, because I’m not. I’m much more contdnt here that I ever was back home.
I just wish sometimes I felt that same sense of wonder as they do.