There are no words to
express how much I’m going to miss you. Words seem inadequate when we have
communicated through smiles, intuition and vague interpretation…all I can give
you is an endless list of little things that over time I have come to love,
that have become the fabric of my life with you…things that have formed the
patchwork of amazing moments that will sustain my memories for 50 years time,
things that have opened my eyes and my mind and things that when gone I will
surely miss:
The mountains, sushi,
hilariously bad English everywhere, being genki!, Myochans, ramen, good green
tea, Annie’s floor, amazing stationary shops, Lawson, baton men and their
elaborate gestures, glimpses of awesome views as I drive along unable to stop, calpis,
new family, boys that hold hands and play with each others hair, long sleeved
T-shirts that fit as ¾ lengths, cooking on one ring, telling kids the Queen is
my Mum, futons, queuing for the train, raw horse, being employed for my oddness, people that exude elegance, karaoke,
the pleasure of saying dozo, chopstick cramp, driving in typhoons, one
undeniably gorgeous person in every five, shower rooms, skiing an hour from
home, getting excited when I go to a supermarket in a city, cliffs, serenading
Lou, cherry blossom, Shibuya back streets, my beautiful apartment, indoor bbqs,
fires to heat schools, clear blue skies and snow, lovepumper, clean malls, neon
green caterpillars, meeting inspiring people, table licking, shinkansens,
recycle shops, been stared at, eeeee!, singing for children on cue, English films with Japanese sub-titles,
been my own source of everything, fashion of all types, public transport that
runs to the second, the lady who gives me free cake, dancing around my
apartment, sashimi, Emily’s under-floor heating, good manners, amazing friends,
hot coffee in a can from a vending machine, gesturing the most elaborate
things, people sweeping the streets, Buddha, no-me-hoe-die, mochi, Japanese
beer, phone calls with the parents, teaching over the sound of bugs, Iwaizumi
beef, singing emo in the car with Emily, feeling ridiculously safe, Jeff’s
mother in law’s shop, rice fields, kids unaware they have swearwords on their
hats, houses jumbled together using corrugated iron and wood, the little lady
who looks terrified every time I walk through the door of her café, hearing the
freight trains at Annie house all night long, graceful people, how hip it is to
have a flask, heated toilet seats, having time, perfect sunrises, the tiniest
taco shop in the world, teachers in tracksuits and me in a suit suit, having
friends that know when I need to eat, living out of my car, cheap glasses in
every design possible, purikura, the Italian that makes me feel like I’m at
home, cherry blossom sweets, wooden schools, being part of a community, playing
soccer against 20 7yr old boys, automatically responding onegaishimasu, the
English book section in the Moss building, my amazing view, getting lost up
mountains in the dark with Emily, ordering food at a ticket vending machine, feeling
proud, home-ec, Lake Gando, being off the beaten track, being able to see a volcano every
weekend, quiet, singing- dancing- making kids laugh, my fridge full of milk,
muji, Toyoko Inn, kickass earphones, treating myself to an FBC order, bowing, giant
penguin suits, trees in schools, igloos, wooden floors, no fear of being sued, style,
walking through curtains to get to restaurants, afternoon chats with Jeff, the
river, watching British TV with
Lyns, individuality, giant pitchforks to catch intruders, the cute Starbucks
guy, mini earthquakes, making up activities based on drinking games, rapping
about carrots, cabins in the woods, long ferry journeys, shrines, Lou’s killer
bacon sarnies shaped like a house, dancing for strangers, bamboo forests, Ueno market under the
train tracks, rickshaw men, random characters climbing up buildings, 1hr trips
to McDonalds, giant TV’s in the street, hat shops, monks chanting, Mr Donuts
and their American radio, clean underpasses, hanging rice, kimonos, talking to
Lou’s belly, skiing with Annie, my pimpin’ phone, getting mail from Granddad
stuffed with tea bags, feeling like I live in a dream, 6yr olds beating me at
table tennis, skate girls being cool, trying to eat onigiri whilst I drive, the
Papas Café waitress who’s always grinning, furry bras, sunken tables, hanging
your prayers under a tree, the hippie shops, going slowly crazy, awesome
backpacks, the reaction I get from people when I say I live in Iwaizumi,
befriending random gajin, figuring out the Tokyo subway map, ninjas, kids
clapping when I arrive, the million different ways my name can be said and
spelt, ordering by pointing, hospitality, temples, tsunami escape signs, skyping my
granddad, gesture, Emily’s kotasu, the sound of birds in the bathrooms, Mt
Iwate, mini shinkansens that bring you sushi, magnetic blackboards, races up
snow mountains, reminding people I’m not from America, Philip, figuring out the
world of Japan with Caley, so much food I can’t even list it all, knowing the
places BSB go to in their video ‘Bigger’, English indie nights out, waving at
strangers, construction men and their sweet baggy pants, heart to hearts, 24 hr shopping, starry
nights on my balcony, feeling
alive, the village chime, sometimes being incapable of speaking English
coherently, Japanese adverts, being really cold at Lou’s, Freshness burger, old
ladies with big straw packs full of rice, talking to myself, meeting people who
know the world, plastic food displays, old women digging up the road, seasons
that change overnight, being in sync with Annie’s tea cravings, waiting at
traffic lights when there is no traffic, people always willing to help, the
crazy inspirational quotes on T-shirts, Tokyo bay at night, driving for an hour
and not seeing another car, Annie’s F and B, Don Don down on Wednesday’s and
the chatty dude in there, hai!, automatic
cars, restaurants that look like someone’s front room, Lou’s mansion, the lack
of rain, elementary kids with craft knives, driving dance parties with the
girls, smiling to survive, donuts for breakfast, representing the UK- usually
unsuccessfully, snow mountains made by teachers at 4 in the morning, road-tripping
with Jeff, making kids speak in a northern accent, festivals that are
completely baffling, cleaning the school with the kids, knowing that you can
dare to dream, feeling capable and knowing I survived with a smile on my face.
For all of this I
thank you Japan…I’ll be back.