11 June, 2011
But mostly, it's sad to leave at a time when I've reached a point of true comfort, mobility and ease. I can communicate enough to carry a conversation with my taxi driver about his brush with fame with Red Sox pitcher Daisuke Matsuzaki. I can find my way to pretty much anywhere on the train system and even make sure I get on the train car that will allow me the quickest transfer. We have trusted doctors, favorite restaurants and shops, weekly food delivery service and convenience stores near our house that fulfill all of our banking, bill paying and late-night ice cream cravings. Japan is easy in so many ways.
But of course, it is most sad to leave such amazing people in a time of uncertainty. Maybe it's because I'm a mother now and know that we are making this world a little worse every day for the next generation, but the nuclear situation and it's subsequent destruction of food supplies, livelihoods, environments and possibly lives, makes me quite sick to my stomach. I want to stay and be supportive, but I can't risk subjecting poor little Woody's growing cells to radiation. Why should anyone have to make such a decision? And why do I feel such guilt that I have the ability to choose whether I stay or go, when I know many families at our school do not.
do stay good friends and we do see them again. That's one advantage of the world's expanding borders.
Unfortunately, I won't be able to put up any photos for a while as my camera was lost? stolen? misplaced? last week.
Posted by Jesse and James at 5:19 PM
A sign of the times in Japan, when a 7 year old student writes you a sweet letter and includes packages of Korean sea tangle "for protection from the radiation." Sea tangle turned out to be little pellets of some sort of seaweed or kelp. Tough to swallow.
Posted by Jesse and James at 4:55 PM