As someone who is chronically unaware of where my appendages
are in relation to other things, moving to Japan has not been the easiest
transition. Before I moved, my hands
were constantly covered with scrapes and bruises where I accidentally hit them
against door frames or objects. In
Japan, everything is built to a smaller scale: rooms, doors, stairs are all
made for people a good deal smaller than me (and modern Japanese people as
well). This has caused some discomfort
and more than a few knocks to the head. There
are also a lot more people in Japan than I am used to. Everything is crowded. From subway trains to sidewalks to narrow
grocery aisles, there are people to avoid bumping into everywhere. I have to say sumimasen and gomen nasai a
lot. But on the plus side, these factors
are slowly teaching me to be a little more aware of my body and its relation to
people and object around me. I have to
move a little slower. Think about my
size a little more. And just pay more
attention to what is going on around me.
Not a bad thing. But it does hurt
like blazes when I clock my head on the doorjamb coming down the stairs.
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| Good thing I have a hard head. |
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