In my usual form: random things first.
The Pred left a smattering of products in the apartment, and being excitable about fashion but not overly vane, this included many beauty products she'd collected but never used. Among them has been more than one bottle of liquid skin moisturizer. Maybe we have these in the States too, but because I've seen such a disproportionate number, I'm going to categorize it as a nuance of Japan. This liquid business is counter-intuitive to me, since moisturizers are usually thick and creamy or greasy. This stuff is like water. I brought some of the smaller bottles to work in an effort to use them. I just put some on now, and while it's hard to control while you apply it (it's waterlike. so yeah.), it actually dries pretty dry and soothes pretty soothingly. The verdict is still out, but it shows promise.
Speaking of Japanese nuance, pretty much every product you use more than monthly comes in a starter bottle, and then for the rest of the bottle's life you just refill it using plastic refill bags of the stuff. From soap to nondairy creamer, the reuse factor is really high. That's pretty cool and I really wonder what kind of affect it has on the country and the environment when everyone is always doing it. I'll bet it's really significant. Not to mention, they recycle all plastics here to begin with, even food wrappers and the like, not just bottles. While it's a little bothersome, it's a really good idea.
And let me say, it's very nice to come into an apartment where you don't have to buy absolutely everything from square one. I've got starter bottles for every product, and a full closet of medical supplies and a full pantry of spices. In fact, I've only bought one refill of shampoo since being here because there was a whole ton of that too. I still have 4 boxes of plastic wrap, since The Pred was prone to winning contests where they gave out home supplies lol This is another testament to the fact that the Board of Education should not throw things out when old ALTs leave. Yeah, it's a pain to figure out how to throw things away, especially bigger items made of unrecyclable and unburnable things, but in the end I'd rather deal with a handful of odds and ends when you consider the benefits from having a full house. It's all or nothing, and I'd choose all. Some of my friends weren't allowed to choose and had a pretty rough time settling in with a few pieces of furniture and their own suitcase.
So, yesterday was a really good day. Things just went right in every facet, but I'll mention a few of the highlights. Batman helped me with my Speech of Impending Doom, which took a lot of the stress off, not to mention it taught me a lot about Japanese. After work, I sat and talked to my upstairs neighbor and her 13 year old daughter for over an hour. I couldn't say everything I wanted in Japanese, but there were apples and coffee and for the most part I was largely successful in my communication. After that, I received a phone call that I was elected to a position on our foreign teachers organization, and I'm up for a second, more important position, as well. I'm very excited, because the position I have is a new one, which means I get to whip out all my best bureaucracy strategies to establish it. Part of me really gets excited about office work and teambuilding lol That's the result of so many years with University Housing, I guess.
Late last night, however, there was much less awesome. I was deathly tired, but I stayed up pretty late (which was worth it becuase I was talking to my family), but then it was 1:30 in the morning and I had to get up at 7. I felt a suspicious little shake right before bed, the dubious kind. I was alone - so no one had bumped me, I was on the floor - so no furniture could have been adjusting to my weight. Little earthquake, probably, but that's no big deal.
Then I woke up at 2:00 and sprang out of bed. I'm not sure why, but shortly after that I hallucinated that there was a giant centipede in my bed, and I jumped around a little in panic until I realized I'd been dreaming. For never having seen a single large bug anywhere near my domicile, and for not being afraid of bugs to begin with, I don't know why I have these dreams. For the last few years or so I've had a few of these dreams a year, usually in spurts, where some creepy crawly thing is ascending on my face or across my pillow. I spring out of bed and switch on the light before I even have the chance to think it out.
But again my reflexes sprung into action around 4 AM when the room started shaking. It wasn't a huge earthquake, but definitely the biggest I'd encountered yet. Before I knew it I was standing in the genkan holding the outside door open, staring into the dark, frozen stairwell. I was the only one, of course, the earthquake wasn't so big that my neighbors were bothered, but it didn't matter much to me at the time. I stood there, waiting anxiously for the physical world to stop shaking, and when it actually did, I stood there a while longer waiting for the emotional world to stop shaking too. The gas tank next to me was ticking, since the earthquake had been strong enough to trigger its automatic emergency shut-down mechanism, and of course this rhythmic sound only exacerbated my stress. Eventually I realized that everything had stopped and that I was standing in freezing air, all my doors open to the outside.
In an actual emergency, I would have my attentive neighbors at my door in a second, but on nights like this where you're just a little shaken (haha) it'd be nice to have an in-house cohort. So I went on Facebook lol
In short, I did not like that experience. Small earthquakes feel like the building you are in has just started it's old rusty engine and the disorientation when you realize you're not actually in a truck is a little uncomfortable. Bigger earthquakes just don't make sense to my Midwestern U.S. brain at all, which leads to considerably more discomfort. Fortunately I found a meterological website with really good details in English, which at least gave me some closure. The epicenter was a few hours West of me and only hit the bottom of the prefecture. Though I guess it was kind of cool to feel an earthquake whose epicenter was in Hokkaido, I definitely don't want to wake up to any more of them.
I wonder what a small earthquake feels like when you're on the ocean. Obviously, a big earthquake leads to a tsunami or two, but a small one? What then? A bigger wave you don't really notice? A few small waves? I might have to do some internet research later.
The Pred left a smattering of products in the apartment, and being excitable about fashion but not overly vane, this included many beauty products she'd collected but never used. Among them has been more than one bottle of liquid skin moisturizer. Maybe we have these in the States too, but because I've seen such a disproportionate number, I'm going to categorize it as a nuance of Japan. This liquid business is counter-intuitive to me, since moisturizers are usually thick and creamy or greasy. This stuff is like water. I brought some of the smaller bottles to work in an effort to use them. I just put some on now, and while it's hard to control while you apply it (it's waterlike. so yeah.), it actually dries pretty dry and soothes pretty soothingly. The verdict is still out, but it shows promise.
Speaking of Japanese nuance, pretty much every product you use more than monthly comes in a starter bottle, and then for the rest of the bottle's life you just refill it using plastic refill bags of the stuff. From soap to nondairy creamer, the reuse factor is really high. That's pretty cool and I really wonder what kind of affect it has on the country and the environment when everyone is always doing it. I'll bet it's really significant. Not to mention, they recycle all plastics here to begin with, even food wrappers and the like, not just bottles. While it's a little bothersome, it's a really good idea.
And let me say, it's very nice to come into an apartment where you don't have to buy absolutely everything from square one. I've got starter bottles for every product, and a full closet of medical supplies and a full pantry of spices. In fact, I've only bought one refill of shampoo since being here because there was a whole ton of that too. I still have 4 boxes of plastic wrap, since The Pred was prone to winning contests where they gave out home supplies lol This is another testament to the fact that the Board of Education should not throw things out when old ALTs leave. Yeah, it's a pain to figure out how to throw things away, especially bigger items made of unrecyclable and unburnable things, but in the end I'd rather deal with a handful of odds and ends when you consider the benefits from having a full house. It's all or nothing, and I'd choose all. Some of my friends weren't allowed to choose and had a pretty rough time settling in with a few pieces of furniture and their own suitcase.
So, yesterday was a really good day. Things just went right in every facet, but I'll mention a few of the highlights. Batman helped me with my Speech of Impending Doom, which took a lot of the stress off, not to mention it taught me a lot about Japanese. After work, I sat and talked to my upstairs neighbor and her 13 year old daughter for over an hour. I couldn't say everything I wanted in Japanese, but there were apples and coffee and for the most part I was largely successful in my communication. After that, I received a phone call that I was elected to a position on our foreign teachers organization, and I'm up for a second, more important position, as well. I'm very excited, because the position I have is a new one, which means I get to whip out all my best bureaucracy strategies to establish it. Part of me really gets excited about office work and teambuilding lol That's the result of so many years with University Housing, I guess.
Late last night, however, there was much less awesome. I was deathly tired, but I stayed up pretty late (which was worth it becuase I was talking to my family), but then it was 1:30 in the morning and I had to get up at 7. I felt a suspicious little shake right before bed, the dubious kind. I was alone - so no one had bumped me, I was on the floor - so no furniture could have been adjusting to my weight. Little earthquake, probably, but that's no big deal.
Then I woke up at 2:00 and sprang out of bed. I'm not sure why, but shortly after that I hallucinated that there was a giant centipede in my bed, and I jumped around a little in panic until I realized I'd been dreaming. For never having seen a single large bug anywhere near my domicile, and for not being afraid of bugs to begin with, I don't know why I have these dreams. For the last few years or so I've had a few of these dreams a year, usually in spurts, where some creepy crawly thing is ascending on my face or across my pillow. I spring out of bed and switch on the light before I even have the chance to think it out.
But again my reflexes sprung into action around 4 AM when the room started shaking. It wasn't a huge earthquake, but definitely the biggest I'd encountered yet. Before I knew it I was standing in the genkan holding the outside door open, staring into the dark, frozen stairwell. I was the only one, of course, the earthquake wasn't so big that my neighbors were bothered, but it didn't matter much to me at the time. I stood there, waiting anxiously for the physical world to stop shaking, and when it actually did, I stood there a while longer waiting for the emotional world to stop shaking too. The gas tank next to me was ticking, since the earthquake had been strong enough to trigger its automatic emergency shut-down mechanism, and of course this rhythmic sound only exacerbated my stress. Eventually I realized that everything had stopped and that I was standing in freezing air, all my doors open to the outside.
In an actual emergency, I would have my attentive neighbors at my door in a second, but on nights like this where you're just a little shaken (haha) it'd be nice to have an in-house cohort. So I went on Facebook lol
In short, I did not like that experience. Small earthquakes feel like the building you are in has just started it's old rusty engine and the disorientation when you realize you're not actually in a truck is a little uncomfortable. Bigger earthquakes just don't make sense to my Midwestern U.S. brain at all, which leads to considerably more discomfort. Fortunately I found a meterological website with really good details in English, which at least gave me some closure. The epicenter was a few hours West of me and only hit the bottom of the prefecture. Though I guess it was kind of cool to feel an earthquake whose epicenter was in Hokkaido, I definitely don't want to wake up to any more of them.
I wonder what a small earthquake feels like when you're on the ocean. Obviously, a big earthquake leads to a tsunami or two, but a small one? What then? A bigger wave you don't really notice? A few small waves? I might have to do some internet research later.
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