How I Started My Life in Japan—Part 1
Hi everyone! How is the autumn weather treating everyone? 😛
In today’s blog post, I feel like writing about something different. Each and every one of us all have our own life stories and none are exactly alike (which fascinates me, really). So, I feel like I would like to share a little bit about my experience of when I first moved to Japan. I believe it will be divided into a few blog posts since there is so much to share, but I hope you enjoy reading it.
I was 10 years old when I first moved to Japan, and I had settled in Nagato, which is located in Yamaguchi prefecture. I will be completely honest. I knew no Japanese (except for some easy words and phrases), I definitely did not know how to read OR write (whatsoever), and really did not know what to expect at all. All my life before then, I had lived in one city which was Fairfield, California, and moving to a new country (and not knowing the language) worried me quite a bit. I remember I was sick the day of our move to Japan (it’s a little weird but I tend to get sick right before moving far away, or when I get very excited about something), and the whole plane ride was a horrible experience because of that.
Anyway, the moment the plane landed, I felt something very unusual that I have never been able to experience since then—somewhat as if I was given another chance to start my life over (although I was only 10 years old). I felt a special connection between myself and the land I had just stepped foot on for the first time. It is difficult to express in words, but I know that it had been an amazing moment for me.