The Post Box
About a month ago I made my first major move in Japan. I spent the last three years living on a small island in the Pacific, surprising many with how well I adjusted to such a unique living experience. I had gone from a big city to a small ‘town’ and did just fine. This time around I moved to another Island in Japan, but instead of a population of 550, the population here is closer to 10,000. I drive a car to work, have multiple schools, and no longer know all my students, but things were still going well enough. I had thought I had made the transition without any snafus.
I had internet going (a feat in Japan where it can often take a month or more to get internet connected). All my bills were set to be deducted automatically from my accounts. I had bought and registered my car and even got insurance taken care of. While I have yet to teach at any Elementary schools yet (I’ll be teaching at 6 once a month), I have finished my self introductions in all the Junior High classes I’ll be doing, and getting to know my coworkers and students.
Yesterday I found my mailbox.
You are probably asking how I could miss something like a mailbox for an entire month (ok more than a month). Back at my old place all my mail was dropped in the slot in my door, there is even a basket there specifically built to catch the mail. At the new place there is a similar slot in the door. Whenever packages arrive, they come to my door, and while I was slightly surprised at how little mail I was getting, there was an occasional receipt dropped in from the meter readers. Then I noticed the little red boxes under the stairs.
Sure enough there was a box with my apartment number on it bulging with a month’s worth of newsletters, notices, bills (oops) and instructions for turning on the internet (luckily I’m one of those ‘I don’t need instructions’ kinda guys). So after a quick trip to the bank to pay a nearly past due electric bill and get NHK off my back, I am finally back on track.
Well done Japan. After three years, you finally got me.