Stumbling through life in Japan. Thursday, 8 January 2015. Monday, 3 March 2014.

Friday, 6 April 2018. Okaasan, me and Dear Son are gathered round the table in her room - flapping our elbows up and down like Easter chicks and then throwing our hands out sideways with accompanying noises. And Okaasan is our leader. That she remembers, with enjoyment, the exercises from day care and does them unprompted.

The good, the bad and the ugly of life in Japan. My God do I hope that it will be a better year than say, the last three? I have a few wishes and hopes for the year, most of them are reasonable requests. Nothing too over the top or demanding. I hope for my husband to have the chance to shine. For someone to recognise his hard work, his ability to learn and his strong work ethic. To just give him a chance and therefore us a chance to live a normal life.

K was listening to music while doing the dishes. I did NOT marry K for his taste in music. Anyway, I was half listening as I was watching tv when.

Living La Vida Loca In Japan. I came over for 2 years to teach English and never left. Thursday - Cloudy with some rain. A very strange day! Around 11 I got a call from F. He was on his way home now to pack a few things. The view from the lounge. Look at that sky! I was glad to see him. I spent a bit of time running to th.

Fighting to stay sane in Japan, Texas, and Grad School. Very long time, no blog. And now I am finding the urge to write all of a sudden, because I am in a difficult place, professionally.

I guess I need it. I was urged by my sister to seek grief counseling. She attributes my hardship to losing my aunt. I think there may be something to it. Or it may be something else, who knows. Like there is a weird detachment inside between the feeling of sad and the expression of sad.