Sunday, 1 July 2012


I turned 28 recently. This move will by my 21st. My 22nd if my exchange year counts. I have had a life time worth of moving, and I am absolutely over it; especially here in Japan, where it costs a fortune. Not a small fortune; a dragon’s hoard of a fortune.
Girl holding lots of money
THIS MUCH money. More, actually, this was just the cash portion

We found a house online that had a garden and said pets negotiable. We called the agency, thinking that even if our foreignness wasn’t a deal breaker that our two (in Japanese terms of reference) medium sized dogs would definitely rule us out. The agency was unconcerned by either, and without really having had time to consider it fully we’d signed up; giving us less than a month to organise a move and all that entails, which includes doubling our commute times to our respective jobs. We’re moving from the center of the city to a remote suburb surrounded by mountains. The dogs will love it. It has a garden. It’s a real house, not an apartment. It’s going to be great… but all I can think about right now is how much I don’t want to move and how much I will miss our neighborhood. I love living in our building. We know our neighbors. The dogs have doggie friends to play with whenever we walk them. We can’t walk three steps at a time without someone sticking their head out of a shop doorway or apartment window and saying hello. We’ll be moving away from our little friend across the street, who is very nearly SIX YEARS OLD and likes to help us walk the dogs (who are called, according to her, Guri and Hayachiiii).
Cat sheltering from the rain in a Japanese temple bell
Our morning route looks like this

Japanese castle gardens at night
and our evening walks look like this

We’ll no longer be in walking distance of our gentle and kind vet who examines Hayate on the floor because being put on a table terrifies him. We won’t be able to take weekend walks down by the river or wander to our regular dog-friendly café for a coffee while the puppies play with enamored passers-by.
Dogs relaxing at outdoor cafe
The shiba love this cafe

Our friends won’t be able to drop by for a chat on the way home from work, because we won’t be on the way to anywhere or anything. I know it is for the best, but I am taking it hard.
It makes me feel like this:

Crying girl
Sad face

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  1. :( Hugs!
    It will all work out for the best, and I'm sure you and the pups will make new friends. And having a yard to play in will totally make up for it!
    Ganbatte ^_^


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