I love that life here now has become normal.
I am no longer surprised that I have to wait 15~30 minutes for a bus to Izumigaoka Station.
I can stand on the bus (provided I don’t get the crazy driver) and the train without using the handles.
I recognize the tiny old man police officer and the large long-haired police officer standing at Komyoike Station to make sure kids aren’t smoking.
I recognize the kids smoking down the steps from the officers.
I move aside to let the crazy man on the train hold onto the handle by the doors when its his station (Toga).
I feel happy when the two guys are busking at Komyoike Station.
I answer the door when the Kuroneko people come by to pick up or drop off packages of glasses for my host father.
I can naviagate the train, bus, and subway systems with relative ease.
This is my life.
Also, Mai is the sweetest girl ever. She keeps saying how good I am at Japanese!
Today there were a bunch of books on my desk and I was like, “Kore wa….dare no desuka?” (These are…whose?)
And Mai was like, “OMG YOU ARE JAPANESE!!!”
Same thing happened the other day too, when I mailed my host mother to tell her that Eri was coming home with me. She said she couldn’t tell who had written it – me or Eri.
I’m turning Japanese and I love it.
