My Newest Roommate

This lovely lady moved in with us last weekend. Still thinking up a name, so if you could offer any naming suggestions…?

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Higashiyama Botanical Garden: Succulents

I think this was my favourite exhibit at the Higashiyama Botanical Garden greehouse.

Although the room was no bigger then my apartment, I spent a lot of time here. I highly recommend visiting.

Stress

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Although the week passed rather quickly, it was rife with stress. Most of it was internal, since I’m getting used to some staff changes at my school. In one way it’s been a blessing, since the new guy took about half of my kids classes, but rough in other ways. I think I just need to get used to the new status quo.

For Want of Gardens

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Since moving, I’ve been wanting to start my own garden. However, I don’t yet know much about my work status past September, so I hesitate to accumulate yet more stuff. I still have my cactus Saboten (bought when I still worked in Tajimi), which I brought with me to Anjo. It was a pain to bring, even though I hired a moving truck, so imagine if I do get more plants. Also, I never really had a green-thumb, so to speak. Saboten is looking quite worse for wear, despite my best efforts. I will have to think more about this.

Rolling Hills

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It’s hard to believe that Golden Week is over. It went by too fast. My next vacation isn’t until August. I also can’t believe that it’s something I can find complaint about.

Back in the US, I never really had any holidays. If I was lucky, I might have Thanksgiving, Christmas Day, and Easter off. Since coming to Japan, I’ve been incredibly fortunate to not only have two days off a week, but to also have paid vacations.

When I speak to people from outside the US, they can’t believe that vacations aren’t the norm for us, especially if we don’t come from a white collar – middle class family. I’ve lived here for just under a year and I already find myself wondering if I could ever go back to living as I did back home. Something tells me I wouldn’t. it’s startling, but I wonder if I’ve left my home country for good.