As I walk through the narrow streets of Higashi-murayama to the station each morning, I pass maybe 20-30 people walking about, a good 75% of which are age 75+ and 100% Japanese. With this demographic I can’t help but wonder what each person thinks when they see my lovely foreign face walking through their quiet countryside (and did I mention completely Japanese?) town. Each morning I join the Japanese salarymen, school children, and business women on the station platform and wait in line to shuffle onto a crowded train and literally brace myself for a 45 minute ride. (I’m going to develop some serious balancing skills and eradicate my motion sickness after spending a year on these trains). Every time I make eye contact with somebody on the train I can just hear, “What business does this foreigner have out here? Why isn’t she hanging out in Shinjuku, Shibuya, Harajuku?” Chances of seeing a fellow foreigner increase as we approach Takadanobaba, but most days I make the commute without seeing a single other foreign face. When I do come across a foreigner on the train, we give each other a quick, “whoa, didn’t expect to see someone like you here,” and then go back to our business of ignoring the people around us, because we’re nonchalant like that. Nonchalant foreigners in Japan.
Because Japanese people don’t tend to show their feelings about strangers by facial expressions, at least as far as I’ve noticed, it’s hard to tell what people are really thinking. Once you get off the train, where everyone is silent, you can overhear tidbits like 外国人多いね (gaikokujin ooi ne) which sounds a lot like, “holy shit there’s a lot of foreigners here.” Of course at Waseda there’s lots of foreign students so I barely notice it there, but once you get out to the more countryside areas you’re on your own.
Today, Kelly and I went for a walk, departing from Waseda in a random direction, and stumbled across a small stationary shop. No one was inside except an elderly Japanese couple who were probably the owners. We went in and scoped out some of the cute notebooks, pens, and stickers that they had, and they shyly watched from behind the counter. After a few minutes, however, the elderly man mustered up the courage to come out and greet us with nervous English and a big smile. Gaining confidence, he managed a halting pitch to Kelly about how great the pens write, how they write smoother than any other pens. Then he came to me and asked me what country I was from. When I told him I was from America, he was really surprised and told me he thought I was Australian! I have no idea why. I asked him if he’d ever been to America, and his whole face lit up. He told me about all the places he had visited, how he loved Chicago and especially the East Coast, because there’s a lot of American heritage sites there. He said it had always been his dream to go to the Smithsonian museum, and he was so happy when he finally got to go. He looked so excited, and even though his English was broken, he was trying really hard and clearly so excited to talk to a foreigner.
Then, he started talking about how lots of foreigners were coming to Japan to work. I immediately assumed he was going to say something negative after that, because I’ve heard that Japanese people, especially the older generation, don’t always have the best impression of foreigners coming here to work for obvious reasons. But he proceeded to tell me how great he thought it was that people were coming to Japan from other countries. He slowed down and really thought about his words and told me, he wanted people from all around the world to be able to share ideas, “to improve the future.” Even though I’m sure his thoughts were much deeper than that, hearing that from him made me so happy. In the end, Kelly and I both bought some small things from their store and he gave use each a pack of really cute stickers for free. It really made my day.
I definitely want to get out more and explore places around Tokyo. I’m taking this class, Tokyo as Social and Cultural Space, and the professor is absolutely brilliant. He reminds me a lot of my dad, in his way of teaching and explaining things. He’s really inspired me to go explore the lesser-known places in Tokyo and take an interest in the place in which I’m living. This week, I took that class for the first time and my linguistics class for the first time and I feel so lucky to have such good professors. Both professors made the classes interesting and engaging. My linguistics professor likes to call on me to ask about the American way of thinking. For example, he often asks, “Is this different in America?” or “What do you think this is like in America?” I think I’m the only American in the class. I don’t think I should be the one to represent my entire country but anyway I have to stay on my toes so I know what he’s talking about when he calls on me.
This concludes my long post. I thought I owed everyone a long post in English because I’ve mainly been focusing on writing in Japanese. I would let you all know what I’m doing in the upcoming days but I don’t want any stalkers to stalk me so you’ll just have to hear about everything after it happens!
PS. I know I haven’t uploaded pictures and videos in a while. Starting tomorrow I’m going to work on making a video of my daily life in Japan. Until now basically my videos have just been from orientation, which isn’t really an accurate representation of what Japan is like on a daily basis. So I want to create a video so that my family and interested friends can have an idea of what I’m up to. Look forward to that sometime next week! :)