The Ground Beneath Our Feet

Let’s just get it out there in the open: for the year and a half that I have lived here, Japan and I have had a troubled relationship. There was an initial period of infatuation, and then a lot of angry words and unkind thoughts. 


In the past 24 hours, I’ve been obsessively checking the internet; watching videos, reading articles, and finding out what I can about the earthquake in Sendai. I keep thinking: 8.9; waves of water; rivers of houses; what would I do; I have a baby now, what the hell would I do; people are sleeping out, cold and frightened; I have a baby; there were babies in Sendai. 


And then I walk out out onto our neighborhood streets under sunny skies and see traffic flowing as normal, fully-stocked shelves, people going about their business. The ground didn’t even tremble. 


I have nothing significant or insightful to add to the conversation about the events in Sendai. For more eloquent and insightful analysis, go here


I guess all I want to say is that in light of the devastating events in Sendai, I can’t keep Japan out of my thoughts. This is the country I live in. It’s where we’ve made our home for the past eighteen months. It is the country wherein I have experienced the greatest highs, the most life-affirming and life-changing experiences. Here I’ve grown the most, matured the most, loved the most. It’s the country of my daughter’s birth, and for that, I’ll always be connected to Japan.  


 


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Thoughts and hopes to my fellow residents up North.


xo