I want to take this blog post to address something which seems to be in the minds of many of my friends and readers.
As you all ought to know by now, I love Japan. But for those of you who know me better, you know that I have a group of friends who joke around about me bringing home a Japanese girl. It wasn’t a joke that I started or suggested, though it’s been going on for a while now, since my high school days. And recently, even people whom I don’t see on a regular basis seem to bring up the topic of Japanese girls with me. I think that perhaps it’s some sort of stereotype in our culture of American-boy-meets-Asian-girl that has been built up over the years by different factors. I don’t usually see myself as the joking type, though I suppose I’m also a bit too easygoing to have made much of a fuss about it over the years. But the other day it got to the point where it seems like a few people are really starting to think that this is the reason why I’m going. And I don’t want to pretend that I know the future, especially after what happened to my plans last year. For all I know, maybe by some special chance, I will meet somebody special.
But let’s set the record straight: I am not going to Japan for the girls. The truth is, I love Japan way too much to care about just one part of it. This trip to Japan is not about finding a date because, in a sense, that’s exactly what the trip is. A date with Japan. Though I’ve been to Japan once before, this will be my first chance to live in Japan and see it up close. I want to learn the language and the culture. I want to befriend the Japanese people and share life with them. In essence, this trip is about understanding the heart of Japan.
So, if you’re expecting a love story, just realize that ‘she’ is not a woman—’she’ is a nation.
Only 8 more days until I see Japan again. It’s been so long…