Just when things were going excellent one day, I am hit hard, like a punch to the stomach, with homesickness.
It’s something I never thought I’d have to deal with. There are a lot of things here that I “never thought of”. Living like this, completely immersed in another culture, is something you can’t even begin to fathom, not at all.
Reality is so different from what the imagination pictures.
I find myself wondering why I came here.
People ask me that same question all the time, and the manufactured answer is “Because I like the culture and I like history. Kimono and samurai are cool. I want to experience the culture.”
It’s true, I do enjoy learning about other cultures and kimono are probably some of the most beautiful and intricately made clothing in the world, but I don’t really enjoy Japanese culture all that much. Of course, there was no way I could’ve known that before I came here. It’s really the reason why I came. I dared myself to step foot into this completely different country and I dared myself to go far, far out of my comfort zone.
I wonder, “why did I come here?” I don’t really eat fish (I wish I could and I do try, but I just can’t enjoy the taste), I don’t really adore Japanese culture, and then I wonder what the point of learning Japanese even is, if I’m not particularly enthralled with the country. To my view, it’s a rather odd language (double negatives is something I can’t get used to).
I am a European through and through. I have never felt homesick or unhappy in Europe. I love Europe. I love that I can trace my family back to Europe. I love European food. The traditions and the languages run in my blood. I have discovered that I can’t feel that way about every place in the world. I’m simply not an “Asian person”. I don’t particularly feel drawn to Asian life.
I know that if I had waited; if I had gone in university, things would’ve turned out differently. Part of my distaste for this lifestyle comes from the fact that I’m in high school. I should be graduated now, preparing for life on my own and continuing my studies, but instead I am living an extra semester of high school in a country where teenagers are repressed and encouraged to be unindividualized. I feel that I am wasting away my mind at school. Classes are not challenging at all. In fact, I read or draw in the majority of my classes. I’m not at the point where I can understand the teachers enough yet, and they simply ignore me anyway. The only classes I participate in are my special Japanese language classes, gym, home economics, and Korean. I read books to occupy my mind, but I can literally feel my brain becoming unpracticed and lazy.
I know that I am a particularly independent person myself, and that not everyone is used to the amount of freedom I am granted. Still, no one should be subjected to being the last to know about things concerning ONESELF and being ignored simply because they’re the “underclassman”. Not to say that I’m against respecting one’s elders. I also dislike that Japanese people are so outwardly polite (bowing, taking off shoes, using honorifics, etc.) but then they go behind your back and gossip and say cruel things. Then, somehow, they are cruel to you in way that is very rude in western cultures. It is not acceptable in North America to publicly discuss another person’s weight, age, family and relationship issues, etc., ESPECIALLY when that person is not present or when they are present but are ignored! People who I’ve never even met know things about me, and some of those things aren’t even true. It’s quite a mystery to me how Japanese people can be so rude and so polite at the same time. I know a lot of this has to do with separate cultures and different values, but I don’t think that it can ever be acceptable to discuss someone’s personal business without asking them first.
Another thing that bothers me is that Japanese people tend to not challenge the rules at all. I think that rules can never be universal. There should be some give and take. Every situation is different. Then again, Japanese are so homogeneous; perhaps they’re not used to this idea.
I just feel like I should have picked a country better suited to me rather than blindly picking the one I thought would provide the most challenge. I realize now that it’s not about forcing yourself to complete a challenge, it’s about balancing the challenges and the easy tasks. My advice to future exchangers would be to really think hard about where you truly want to go. Don’t pick a country without really thinking it over. I did consider changing my country choice, but by that time I knew that I would’ve felt terrible, wondering and wondering how my exchange could’ve been in my first country choice.
I’m not really sure how I feel about life here, though. I am generally unhappy with my school life. My saving grace is my wonderfully friendly and helpful classmates. I’ve grown to love them all like little brothers and sisters. The problem here is that that’s what they are - younger siblings. They’re fun to be with during the day, but I find it difficult to consider hanging out with them outside of school.
Quite frankly, I don’t think that a year program here in Japan was right for me. Perhaps somewhere else would’ve worked out better. Many things could’ve offered a different outcome. I find that I enjoy Japan enough to consider it a place where I could stay for a few weeks or a month, to travel. It’s not a place I could consider calling home. What I enjoy most here is the travelling and the exploring. I love to visit the temples and shrines and learn about the religion and history of the country. I like to explore, to dip my foot in, but I don’t like to jump right in and completely submerse myself. Not here.
I have considered going home a few times.
The first time was in Tokyo, before I even came to Osaka. My very first week. It was only natural. I had a boyfriend and friends back home who I was aching to be with. But things got better, especially after I started school and had a routine.
Then, I was hit by homesickness brought on by graduation. All my friends in Ohio and Canada had graduated, were moving on, and here I was, stuck in Japan. It’s almost like I am stuck in my own little glass globe, not really a part of the real outside world.
I told myself that I would stick it out until September -6 months or so into my exchange; half a year. I knew that the homesickness wouldn’t last, and it didn’t. It just came back.
But then I think about it and I can picture how disappointed others would be in me if I came home early, and how disappointed I would be in myself. In a way, it would completely destroy forever the “picture perfect” exchange I had always dreamed about. I don’t go home early in my perfect exchange.
I also told myself that by September, I was almost done anyway. School ends on December 19th for me, and most of December is half days anyway. I leave Japan January 9th. Why not just stick it out to the end?
It’s a constant argument between my pride and my happiness.
I don’t want to offend anyone here, or put anyone off the idea of going to Japan. This is just my general feelings about how my exchange has gone and how I feel about Japan and why it wasn’t the right place for me. I’ve tried to offer the why as to why I feel this way. Feel free to challenge me on the subject.
(After writing this, I feel a lot better to have just written out the plain truth. Please take into consideration that I just wrote what came to mind. It’s something that I did for myself.)