Klingsor's First Winter

My son got up around 12:30am. The time when he first gets up at night ranges from 11:30pm to 1:30am, and 12:30am is about four and a half hours of sleep which isn’t too bad. However, once he was back to sleep around 1:15am, he didn’t wake up again until around 6:30am or so. I was able to naturally get up at 5am, relax a bit, and then finally do the gym and jogging combo that I have wanted to do forever. I went to the store to buy things for breakfast, and made my wife an eggplant omelette.

Then we lazed around and relaxed in the living room, the three of us. Then we had a nap in the bedroom, the three of us. Now I’m in the living room and they’re in the bedroom.

Really feels like a perfect day.

They have strong starts. I secretly I think sound intelligent.

But even if they are intelligent, they could always use an editor. At the beginning, I reread things four or five times to minimize the silly mistakes I can make.

However, I get tired of that. I just want to write something. You know, show that I’m smart.

Then the errors increase and I write a bunch of nothing.

Then I look back on what I read, and feel that I should wait until I actually have a good thought, you know, like in the beginning.

Then I don’t have a good thought and I get sucked into life and my reflecting time decreases to close to zero, as I usually have a phone on me that allows me the pleasure of not having to put thoughts together.

So the solution isn’t waiting for a good hour.

And the solution isn’t write shit and drivel.

The solution is, as it always is, trying hard.

When you say the name Murakami in English, the author Haruki Murakami comes to mind.

When you say it in Japanese, Ryo Murakami may come to mind, or many other people named Murakami. To me, a guy I hated at my last job with the name of Murakami comes to mind.

Let’s call him Haruki to avoid any ambiguity.

My wife hates Haruki. I used to love Haruki with great passion.

I don’t hate him now. I enjoy his type of writing, and I have mimicked it in short stories I have written in the past. However, any perceived depth I used to see in it I no longer see. I see a man throwing paint at the wall and having a pretty end result.

A few years ago people went to town on him for sexism in his books. The female protagonist in 1Q84 seemed hyper-aware of her supple breasts, and I think the male protagonist is forced against his will to have sex with a 16 year old woman. (It’s okay if you’re forced.)

I’m not sure what the general opinion is of him now, or if people just stopped thinking about him, but anyways, I just on impulse bought his latest book in English.

I bought the book because I know I find him easy to read, and not in a Dan Brown way. I may think there’s a lack of depth, but there’s still more beauty in that thrown paint than there is in mindful shit other authors squeeze out.

I want an easy to read book because I want to get back into reading.

I want to get back into reading because it’s a better lifestyle.

But core to a better lifestyle isn’t reading, it’s just that buying books is an easy way to think I am doing something.

I need to get back into a running routine. That is the beginning and end of all in life.

I need to run in the morning because I am a morning person. I go to bed with my son at 8pm, and I get up at 4am.

When I get up, the urge is to drink tea and play video games. I’m not sure I actually want to do either, I think it is just a habit.

My friend Derek talked about laying out clothes the night before, and I think that is the first step.

However, where are my running shorts? In the mess of unorganized clothes in my closet probably.

I need to organize my clothes.

My wife and I are holding on with our son, now 3 1/2 months old. He’s fed, he’s dressed, he gets his vaccines and does the Japanese ceremonies, he sleeps enough and gets to see family. We could do more tummy time for sure, but hey, he rolled over the other day, so something is going okay.

What we are not doing is properly organizing our house, throwing things we don’t need away, and getting into a proper meal routine. With everything else, we are always too tired to take that on.

It is not the act of running or reading that is hard, it is the mental framework needed beforehand that we have a mental obstacle with.

We need to clean up.

This is my 20th year in Japan, and next year it’ll be my 21st, which will be half my life.

While this is the case, it will only be the first year where I have been in Japan half my life, and the 42 years beforehand I will have been in Canada more than I have been in Japan.

In 2005 when I came, the plan was to stay for one year. A person in my training group in the English conversation company I came over for said he was here for life to meet a wife, as Australian life wasn’t for him. I thought he was the biggest loser in the world at 21, but now I admire his clarity (assuming he was not a shitty person). Hopefully he and a wife he met here and perhaps their kids are all happy.

When friends left Japan after their year teaching English, it was always a little sad, but that was the gig, it was something temporary. I didn’t think that I would be here for another 19 years, I thought that it would be my time to go home in another six months, or perhaps a year or to.

One of my best friends left after eight years in Japan, in 2012 (he came in 2004). Eight years seemed like an eternity to us. Could you even return home after that long? He wasn’t happy in Japan, and it was good that he left I think. I think he has gone on to find a life in a place he truly loves.

Last week, I learned a friend of mine would be going home to America in a month or two. I say friend, but we have really only met three or four times. He was a gaming friend. I have two types of gaming friends. The first group is people who enjoy talking about games, going to Akihabara to look at games together, enjoy gaming events, and potentially work in the gaming industry. The second group is people I play games with. This friend was in the second group. In this group, friends have amazing setups with most retro gaming consoles, with the best setups to play them. We play Kururin, Chu Chu Rocket, or Monkey Ball or maybe Rock N Roll Racing.

Since I found out my wife was pregnant last September, I haven’t met him, so it’s been just about a year. Apparently he was planning on moving back for a few months now, but as I never came out anymore, I didn’t know. Now, after 20 years, it feels like he just came here, and I can hardly imagine moving away now. I don’t think he has any unhealthy disdain for Japan, but he has realized that it is not the country for him to live in, and he is taking action to remedy that.

A thought I can’t properly infuse in this is that I am now centered around Tokyo, and for the first 12 years of life in Japan, I was centered in Chiba. If I went out for drinks, it would be somewhere in Chiba, and I wouldn’t care to go to Tokyo. Now, despite living in Saitama, my friends were mainly met online, and we are scattered across the greater Tokyo area, making Tokyo the obvious place to meet. Chiba feels more small and close-knit. Tokyo is big and ever growing. It can change how community is viewed.

When I lived in Kimitsu in the south of Chiba in 2005 and saw another Westerner, I would be happy to see a potential friend. Now, working in Ebisu in 2025, I see hundreds of Westerners a day and think nothing of it.

This somehow influences what I am trying to talk about.

I’m not 100% what I’m trying to talk about though.

I don’t feel like I’m left though. I am not leaving, but I am not left.

(The title is from the Weakerthans song “Left and Leaving”, which I heartily recommend you listen to if you like folksy poetic ditties.)

I have been infatuated with this house for the last month or so.

I wrote about the house and the owner previously, and how it was all lovely. After that, I wrote to the realtor that we wanted to “seriously consider” buying the place.

And so we started that process.

I applied for a bunch of provisional bank loans. I learned about the fees attached with buying a place. I learned about the fees attach to selling a place. I got an estimate of what we could sell our place for. I didn’t like it, contacted the realtor that sold us our current house, and got a better estimate. I learned about all the issues with the house we are looking at in detail. I mapped out time to various supermarkets by bycycle from the house. I looked at nursery schools in the area (one quite close specializes in nature and independence, which may be trendy and all, but it tickles me in the right spots).

Yesterday was the second viewing of the house to go over everything slightly wrong in the house in detail. I wasn’t really interested in that reason though. I was there to seriously imagine living there, and having our stuff in the house. This probably looked very silly, because I was starting out windows a lot, and staring at bedrooms a lot. I also stared at the dirty dirty walls a lot.

The owner’s children probably talked sense into her and they said they would sell the grand piano. The owner thought about which books they would want to keep and which they would want to sell, give or get rid of.

I noticed the imperfections in the bathroom, in the roof balcony, and in the yard. I noticed all the things I would want to renovate, and thought about all that money it would cost on top of the fees for buying and selling, that naive me didn’t include when looking at the price of the home.

I had this childish notion to myself, “I have a well paying job, don’t I? There are much more expensive places that this that are on the market, but I don’t even feel comfortable putting this much money in a place!”

Putting that aside for a second, after we viewed the house, we walked to the convenience store. It was a long 8 minutes, and it was hot. The walk there was beautiful nature filled suburban Japan, much nicer than where we live now. It was hot though, and my wife was melting away. I wanted to view the rivers after, but she needed AC.

At the very end, the realtor gave us costs for renovating everything, which came to about 8 million yen. I don’t think this included the yard, which we would have liked to do something with as well.

As of a sudden, we are well above what we originally thought about, and things began to suddenly unravel in my mind. The house was nice. I like houses of the era. I loved all the books. But… to spend XX yen for the next 35 years? We could go on so many trips, spend so much on our son’s future if we didn’t move here, and stayed in a more convenient, albeit smaller and less pretty area. What do we really want to focus on? How reckless can we be with our money? Would this place be an investment? How can I have not checked land prices in the area yet?

The infatuation became a little embarrassing, and I became sad. Here I was talking about taking these beautiful hardcover German books from the owner, when now it makes the most sense to not even buy the place.

So I am not sure what I am doing, and I am not sure what I think is best.

My wife has also cooled on the place, but she definitely wasn’t as hot as I was in the first place anyways.

So this weekend I want to “seriously consider” everything, and then I likely will say that we are not interested.

I will then work with my wife to ensure we use our money smarter, do investments properly, ensure we are using our current house in the smartest ways, and perhaps be in a better position in a few years to buy the perfect second house.

I don’t know. We’ll see.

I am an enjoyer of video games, and from a young age I have liked them, especially the genre called role-playing games. Final Fantasy in the West was the most popular series of this genre for quite some time, and it may still be. There are 16 main games, and two of them are what are called massively multiplayer online role-playing games (MMORPGs)- 11 and 14. I would like to have one day played and beaten all of the ones that are not massively multiplayer or online, but single player experiences. Before this afternoon, I had yet to finished II, III and XIII. This afternoon, I have finished II. In the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t matter, but I am happy to have a check beside the game.

There are a few thoughts I have that are perhaps not 100% about the game, but thoughts that came to me while playing the game. I will write them below.

The first starts with Bad Religion, or Thomas Kuhn. It’s probably only with Thomas Kuhn. As you may know, Kuhn wrote a book called The Structure of Scientific Revolutions. I am not sure how popular or influential the book is, but I believe it is the book that popularized the phrase and idea “paradigm shift”. I haven’t properly read the book all the way through in the last two decades, but you shouldn’t be here if you would like a proper analysis of the book, so that should probably be fine.

The book, as I remember, is about how science doesn’t go in a straight line. Progress is not in a straight line. It is only after progress has happened that we look back, and draw said line to connect the dots to where we have gotten. However, we do not connect all the dots, only the relevant dots, and which dots are relevant are only possible to decipher with the power of hindsight. In the midst of the progression, it is not clear which of an infinite number of possibilities will be the straight line that is constructed after the fact. The idea has always stuck with me, especially when we are in the midst of geopolitical events. The first three days of Russia’s invasion of Ukraine come to mind. September 12, 2001 American analysis of world events also comes to mind. Not analysis on these time periods, but what were people saying on TV, or writing in papers at the time.

To take this back to something a little more inconsequential, Final Fantasy II in many ways feels like a dot that didn’t get connected with the rest. It is not an original thought to point out that there were other sequels to popular games on the Nintendo Entertainment System (or Family Computer in Japan) that took what would be considered today a sharp left turn. Zelda 2: The Adventures of Link, and Castlevania II: Simon’s Quest come to mind. (I have never played Castlevania II, and I never will. It goes outside my scope of interest.) It is fun to look at these games that we feel were not connected in the progression, and either view them as the individual pieces of art that they are, or transport yourself back to that time when there were only two games in the series, and connect those dots as if it were then, and think about history. It can also be fun to change how the progression is perceived by forcing a connection.

I think this all has its head way too much in the clouds, so it is probably best to talk about the game at this time. The thing everyone who talks about is how the game increases your stats. In most RPGs, it is a given that you battle enemies, which give you “experience points”, and if you gather enough experience points, you “level up”, which means that some of your stats increase: attack, defense, speed, health, magic power, etc. Final Fantasy II didn’t do this, and instead your actions in each and every battle influenced how your stats grew. For example, using spells would increase that spell’s power and increase your MP. With Final Fantasy III, they stopped using this system.

Another idea is the system of remembering key words, and with key non-playable characters, being able to ask them about key words. Ultimately, there were less than 10 key non-playable characters in the world, but it was fun to ask them about things. I’m not sure if it was only in the remaster of the game I played or the original, but it highlighted the words in red for which you would get a response. This is called a “quality of life improvement” in video game speak, but I wonder about what we lost with it.

There are also ideas in the game that are less talked about. The world map for example. Most RPGs try to mimic having some continents on the world, usually three. Final Fantasy II’s world is connected from north to south and east to west with various land bridges. In most video games they have it so when you go all the way west, you end up on the east side of the map, but also if you go all the way north you end up in the south side of the map. As you likely know, this is unlike our Earth. They can cover this with the continents so it doesn’t seem that weird, but a piece of land in Final Fantasy II goes through the corners of the map, like nothing is happening. This never happened again as far as I know.

There is also the game’s poor dungeon design. I am curious how Final Fantasy III handles dungeon design, because Final Fantasy IV’s had no issues in my opinion. With the game’s unique battle system, in order to properly increase the stats that you have, you need to fight a lot of battles. In RPGs of this era, the battles are “random”, which means as you walk on the screen, seemingly randomly the screen changes to a battle screen every now and then. This happened a lot in Final Fantasy II, and the way the dungeons were designed was to maximize the amount of time traversal takes, using every part of the rectangular map, even if it breaks immersion. Furthermore, there are many many rooms in the dungeons that are just empty rooms with nothing in them, and when you enter these rooms, you don’t start at the entrance of the room, but in the middle. It’s strange, and I don’t think it happens again.

There are also things that connect it to the rest of the series. It is the first of the series where there are Chocobos, a kind of rideable flightless (for the most part) bird that has become a sort of mascot for the series. It is the first game to feature Leviathan, a mythical sea beast. It is the first game to have a Dark Knight class. There is also the spell Ultima. There are many thematic things that have stayed in future stories, while the mechanics of the game have largely been ignored in future games.

There is a rebuttal to what I am saying though. What about something like Final Fantasy VIII? Don’t all Final Fantasy games have something that make them unique? No other game ever used the Junction System again. I think this is different though. VIII had a lot in common with Final Fantasy VII and before, and by this time, what defined the game was not its mechanics but its story and presentation, and the game very much followed in the path of VI and VII here, as did the “throwback” of IX, and the “redefining” games of X onwards. II wasn’t there yet, and mechanics and story/presentation were still intertwined in a way they for the most part stopped being.

I ended up not bringing up Bad Religion, but it is about their second album Into the Unknown and their follow up EP, Back to the Known. Into the Unknown doesn’t sound like a punk record at all, with synthesizers and whatever else. However, in an interview out there a member of the band said they thought at the time that the most punk thing to do was to subvert expectations and not get stuck in a mold (or something like that). Their fans hated it. In hindsight, punk was also about fast simple rock music.

It’s fun to be in these moments when things aren’t defined and there are infinite possibilities ahead of us. It is also fun to remember this when looking into the past.

I initially published the following on March 18, 2021 on this blog. I believe this was a time where I hadn’t shared the link of the blog to anyone, and even so, I likely made it private right away so no one could read it if the stumbled upon the link anyways. It’s a topic that I have been batting around my head a bit recently, and possibly something I want to build on in the future. Therefore dear reader, I am sharing it again. I am editing it a little bit, as I can’t stand anything I have written that is over 2 years old usually. Please understand.

Something I’ve always found peculiar in Japan is that I have always felt less barriers and more acceptance from Japanese people the less Westernized they are. The more Western a person is, (I’m defining this as has lived overseas, has placed importance on studying English, or just has a general interest in Western things) the more likely they will ask me the following questions or say the following things when meeting me:

“Your Japanese is very good.”

“When are you planning on going back to your country?”

“Why do you like Japan?”

Conversely, for the most part, Japanese people who have no specific interest in the West, do not like English, nor especially want to be internationalized themselves have always made statements more like this:

“Why haven’t you naturalized?”

“You should really be doing X”

I’ll start with an example of the latter:

I was visiting my ex-wife’s brother’s volunteer firefighter group 10 years ago. They wanted me to join, saying that it would be fun, and that I should really help out. I muttered how I’m not Japanese and therefore there’s probably a rule against it. 

Without missing a beat more than one were shocked that I hadn’t become Japanese, or that I didn’t want to become Japanese. 

“You plan on living here forever, right? Just become Japanese!”

Another time I was in a local festival with them, and two young representatives from a local company were there, one of them being a beautiful woman. It turned out I had mutual friends with her colleague, and from there I was chatting with her a little bit. 

From there 4 or 5 boisterous volenteer firefighters came out of nowhere happily saying:

“Talking to a cute girl, eh? You shouldn’t do that! We’ll tell your wife! Come on! Let’s go! Time for you to lift the mikoshi!”

Now an example of the former:

Just yesterday (note from now me: this would be March 17, 2021), my wife and I visited relatives of hers, and these people were some of the nicest people that I have ever met. I am really hoping that we can continue a close relationship with them. We were visiting my wife’s great-aunt, who is in her 90s, and my wife’s aunt- in her 60s was also there. Making conversation with someone in their 90s for those not used to it isn’t easy, and the aunt kept on leading the conversation from behind, making it easy to talk, but never talking too much. Her Japanese can only be described as beautiful, speaking in perfect manner that I thought only existed in textbooks. 

However, I was taken out of my surroundings with questions from her about when we would be moving back, how my wife must have amazing English and how Japanese is very hard (my wife doesn’t speak English yet), and despite the aunt being a very very nice woman, with these questions I suddenly felt much more distance with her than I did with the volunteer firefighters. 

To me the reason for this seems apparent, and it has nothing to do with racism, xenophobia, maliciousness or anything like that. She has had experience with westerners in her life, and most of them could not speak Japanese, if they were male with a wife, the wife spoke fluent English, and for the most part they did not want to stay in Japan longterm/had some sort of animosity towards Japan. In anticipating this, and allowing me to talk about things I would want to in ways I would want to, she asked the questions she asked, and talked the way she did. 

It’s all super interesting.

And now in hindsight dear reader, I do wonder if I missed something in my original analysis. What if it was merely the difference between a traditional working class/countryside attitude and a middle class attitude? Are middle class people more likely to have an interest in English and affinity to the West?

I’m not sure, and I’m not going to think of or find the answer on this lovely Sunday evening (please note again dear reader, this post script was written months ago from today in July 2025). I shall perhaps put this all back on the shelf to sit and stew, but on the semi-public shelf, where people who stumble upon this blog are privy to see it.

(This was written a few weeks ago)

I look at the apps and all to keep my options open.

I like what I have, but come on, we only live once and if I see something that makes me feel hot and bothered, I’m going to go look.

This stayed at this looking stage, but the other day I just couldn’t help myself, I had to reach out.

So I told my wife: there’s a house I found on the apps that just looks too good to not go and look at. We gotta go.

The back and forth with the realtor was kind of normal. It was a chain realtor I guess, so big with many shops, and I had to go through their call center first. I’m more of an email man myself, but after they called three times and didn’t send an email, I summoned the lifestyle of my forefathers and gave them a call. During the phone call I did say I’m a very busy man, and would prefer to talk via email from then on.

I wanted to go Friday and 2pm, they said Friday at 4pm, as the owner still lives there and we need to have a time that works for both. I assumed this meant the owner wouldn’t be home.

We got on our way. Son was sleeping. I was excited. I think my wife was down for the activity in the day.

When we get there we saw the realtor outside. She was a woman to our shock! Not that their aren’t female realtors, but you sort of just imagine a guy in his 50s that is a little overweight. She was young and had her nails done up. We then went in the house where the owner of the house was waiting for us.

She was a very nice older woman. She seemed in very good health and I imagine kept in good shape in a non-obsessive way. One thing that grabbed my attention about the house is the amount of bookshelves filled with books. These books were in Japanese, English and German. There were bookshelves in the living room, in the hallway, in the washroom, in the bedrooms and in a dedicated library.

She didn’t need the books and would just be throwing them away she said. In the “study” that was her late husband’s, there were a lot of books on German fairy tales. Her husband studied them. In what I assume were her son’s rooms, there were Dragon Quest manga from the 90’s. In the living room, there were Agatha Christie books in English.

Besides the books, the entire setup of the house was of a grandparent’s house, proud photos of the children and grandkids, artifacts decorating the place from a life well lived, and tasteful furniture.

She was moving into an apartment (manshon) because the place was too big for her. I assume closer to her children. She didn’t need any of the books so if we wanted them we could have them. Same with the grand piano that fit easily in the living and dining space along with a two couch living setup and large dining room table.

She asked my job, and I think hoping that I would say I was a teacher or professor teaching English, and really I wish I was then. She could then perhaps tell me of what her husband or she did, or what her kids do. However, I did I do HR at a foreign company, and I think I didn’t speak loud enough for her to fully hear (she was a little hard of hearing) and so she repeated that I was a company worker, and left the conversation at that.

She said a few times that the house was likely too big for just the three of us, hinting that we could have more kids. Her eyesight she said also wasn’t the best, and she probably didn’t realize we were already in our early 40’s. Another kid would be great, but it may not be realistic.

There was a window over the stairs that was too high to reach, and she opened and closed it with a long stick that I think are typically used for ensuring plants grow straight. There was also an old-style light that could only be changed with a ladder placed on the stairs. They got someone to come in and do it.

On the outside of the house, the windows that came out a bit from the house had this weird padding on all the corners. My wife asked why this was done, and she said she did it herself beside her grandkids run around outside, and she didn’t want them to hit their head on the sharp corners.

The garden was in two parts, which were both with lush green and big trees. One part was for where their dog lived. He was an outside dog and it was a lovely space. The second part was on the way to the entrance of the house. We would need to do something to the garden once a year to ensure bugs don’t get everywhere she said.

It was a house of so much memory with a woman living there that seemed so nice, so refined, and so educated. I’m romanticizing a stranger’s life, but it really added to everything.

This was exactly the kind of house I wanted to buy. I feel houses from 20-30 years ago are built differently, and this will sound stupid, but with more hope and love in them. Our current house built in 2020 feels like everything on cost and utility was carefully decided by a committee. This could just be a difference in tateuri– ready-made houses and chumon jutaku– custom made houses, but I feel even with the custom houses I have seen these days there is a difference. I also loved the space. The land was four times bigger than where we are living now. This means more property tax for sure, but if we can afford it, I think it is somewhere to splurge a little for sure.

So I am left with two different feelings. One of just being happy to have met this lovely person nearing the final chapters of life, and envisioning buying her home and ensuring to continue to make happy and loving memories continue in it.

To note, it is much further from a station than we are, and much further from supermarkets and convenience stores. It is super close to two rivers that are beautiful with lots of nature surrounding them. It would be definitely more “suburban” in living. We would use a car more often. We would stay in shape cycling to the station.

Anyways. It was a lovely experience. And while we likely won’t move there really, I am moving ahead to thoroughly see if it is possible. Can we sell our house as a decent price, etc. etc. etc.

I no longer feel as incredibly overwhelmed as I have been with childrearing, or babyrearing.

My wife is getting better. We only need to go to the hospital every one or two weeks for her. Her back is good enough that she can carry our son sometimes. Our son doesn’t seem to cry as much as he used to, now only when he’s hungry really, and sometimes in the evening. We’re probably getting used to each other.

It means that it is easier to be reflective of it all. The five weeks of my wife and son being at home, and the five weeks before when they were in the hospital, and the completely different live before that (despite my wife having been pregnant at the time, yes).

And so we can now look at the previous things I have written about being in the thick of it all as artifacts to be studied and scrutinized. We can be critical, but not too critical, as I have feelings.

And I will hopefully write here more and about more varied things.

Themes will stay similar I guess. I mean, you know.

I feel like writing as it is morning and everyone is sleep.

I haven’t thought about what I will write, which is beautiful for me, but probably not for the you, my dear reader.

Son is two months old. I dawned him in these Dragon Quest baby clothes I bought. The slime one with the Dragon Quest I background towel was cute. Trying to get him to dress up as the hero while singing the Dragon Quest theme in hindsight was a little weird. Will wait a few more months before I do that again. Some people dress their babies in sports jerseys. I do this…

We still don’t really have enough free time or mental headspace to make our place consistently clean. I think we need the boy to be a little more independent for that. By independent I mean can be put down for extended periods so that we have time to think and to do.

Whenever I lament these issues persisting, I remind myself that he is a great sleeper at night, getting up for feedings yes, but going right back to sleep, and so we can wait until these other things are good.

Work is getting intense. I’ve taken lots of time off over the last two months, but the amount of work I need to do hasn’t really decreased. I will be working unofficially a little today, and on the weekend to try and get a grasp on things. I am grateful for all the flexibility they gave me. My goal was really to not need to have someone replace me temporarily, as it would have been a massive hassle for everyone involved. Before I did this job they used an agency, and it wasn’t the best experience for anyone.

Assuming my wife’s back gets better, I will be going to Australia in August. In my head, I “ran away” from my home and culture of Canada to Japan at age 21, and whenever I work in a professional Western setting, I always feel I need to do a lot of catchup. I’m super happy to be able to work with the Australia team in my company. If I ever decided to move back to Canada, I think it would be an invaluable experience for finding a job there.

I would love to live in Victoria for a few years. I think I could live in Canada happily, but I would need more money than I need in Japan. In Japan just riding my bike to the supermarket in the morning gives me peace. I don’t think that would be the case in Canada.

Whenever I’m on the internet, I do worry about a stupifying of the world, and wonder if that is hitting the West harder than Japan. Perhaps I’m buying into online hype, and the kids are alright.

Anyways, I should ride my bike to the supermarket now.