Driving on
the wrong side of the road now feels like the right side. The weather can
sometimes be unbearably hot and humid, although for the most part, I love the weather
in Tsukahara. We have only used the air-conditioner one time when we had
guests. Living in the countryside means living with nature. Living with nature
means living with insects. It has become second nature to spray on the insect
repellant in the summer before walking the dogs. Living at 2500 feet means that a hat and sunscreen are a necessity.
Springtime is the season for finding wood that’s suitable for burning. Autumn
is the season for processing firewood. Winter is a magical time in Tsukahara.
The air is fresh and crisp. The landscape is clean and frozen. It’s remarkably
silent.
Any complaints?
Sure, but…hey, this is reality. I don’t like the way animals are treated here.
Some of the cultural policies are outdated. Students have to spend way too much
time with activities away from home. The speed limit is insanely slow. Cars and
trucks are allowed to spew clouds of black smoke as they climb the mountain to
Tsukahara. Farmers like to burn their fields on the clearest days of the year.
We have English teacher meetings in Japanese and these meetings are about why
the students don’t speak English. I can go on, but what’s the point?
Any regrets?
Other than not moving sooner, nope. Living in the Japan countryside is hard work.
It’s inconvenient. So, why live there? I have a million dollar view for a
fraction of the cost. Most importantly, medical is affordable and easy to
access. I don’t have to worry about any medical issues taking away my life’s
savings. I can walk in the neighborhood without a second thought about my
safety. Everyone knows everyone. I never get tired of saying “hello” as I’m
greeted by neighbors and friends. We are often given fruits and vegetables
that are grown by the neighbors as we walk the dogs. There is a sense of community
that I have never felt living on the west coast of the U.S. It’s a priceless
feeling to go to bed without the worry of a noisy neighbor keeping me up all
night. I love to wake up to the neighbor’s rooster signaling the start of
another beautiful day in Tsukahara. I can go on, but you’ve heard it all
before in my earlier posts.
It’s been
two years, but who’s counting? We still have a long way to go before we can
comfortably call Japan, “Home Sweet Home”, but we’re headed in the right
direction. Thank you for reading our blog and please feel free to comment. We’d
love to hear from you. George
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