I’m an alien, not any alien but one that’s actually registered with my local ward in Nagoya. So what does this mean? Well, I can get a (i)phone now, a bank account, a car (in my name), a Japanese driver’s license. So basically, I can now officially exist in Japan. I have a card (like a bank card) that states this and an official seal that I can use for contracts.
To be honest, I don’t really look any different, or feel any different for that matter. Getting my GPS was more immediately rewarding as I could put in the coordinates of my home. What freedom! I am now free to get lost, knowing that I will have (English) assistance to get home (as long as the battery holds). I am trying to purchase something like a cigarette lighter for my car so that I can power my gps while driving. I was actually able to use the gps yesterday to drive to Nagoya Daigaku (university) to pick up some stuff from a sayonara sale. My microwave is off the floor and onto a table. If that’s not settled, I don’t know what is.
P.S. I didn’t blog last week but I did go to the Obon festival parking lot party at school. It’s a community event. It was fun watching the drumming and trying to follow the dances. The festival is celebrated to honor deceased ancestors (I think). I also took this dare at sushi train (local sushi restaurant) and ate this um … thing that I have now crossed off my list of edibles. More later … with pictures.
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