Japan means something different to everyone. I first came here in 2003 and I just fell in love with the place. It was beautiful. And the people so generous, kind and respectful.
I love to here “irashaimas” いりしゃい everyone time I walk into to a store or a restaurant. And I love hearing ありがとございます when I leave a store. What is even more amazing is all the workers turn to look at you and bow as you leave there establishment. That is amazing service and it’s something that is normal. Everywhere you go… even mcdonalds they do this.
When I go shopping at the mall at the help info desk I see the service ladies dressed in their uniforms. Japan is a place of uniforms. Men in their suits in the morning. Even the pants that fan out like samurai pants on all the construction workers and the bakers hats at the local bakery. It’s in the little details of workers clothething you see that uniqueness in Japan.
I love the truth and honesty of most people in Japan. I have lost my Bank card three times and all times it was returned to me. I have left my back pack on the train and even my iPod and it’s case… both were returned to me. My bike has been stolen twice and it has been returned to me. This would not happen elsewhere. Only in Japan have I experienced this level of honesty in people.
I don’t feel discriminated against. I get funny looks from people when I speak my jenglish. But for the most part people are accepting. And even though I get lost in a conversation at a party my co workers never make me feel uncomfortable. I am still a part of the whole. It’s difficult to go unnoticed. Because even if I just sat their quiet. A friend would pour a drink or offer me food from the other side of the table. I am accepted.
Lastly the feeling I get when I am on the Narita express returning from abroad. When I see the small cars, the green rice fields… When I see the people… I feel home. I feel home. I am home. I can never leave Japan. I love the country and it’s people too much.