There comes a point in time when you get used to being somewhere well enough that u can tell the guy at the train station how long you are leaving your bike there. This is a momentous time, finally I can communicate like a semi-intelligent 2 year old and that is a start. I am getting used to japan one day at a time. Each train I take, each day I teach, every 3rd bowl of rice I eat a day I feel like japan is more my home. I will admit, it is a hard process getting used to living abroad. There is no easy way around getting through the hard stuff, like the language, but once you can begin to call your surroundings normal you can see things you never noticed before. I like this country and I am glad to be here. I hope I make the most of it, and as I sit on this train headed to Tokyo, head full of optimism, train full of travelers I feel good about my place.