The Neighborhood

ToTheRight

Looking to the right on the street where we live! This is how the trees looked after being here about a month and a half. They’re even fuller now!

ToTheLeft

Looking to the left on the street where we live! See that neon yellow building on the corner of the next block? See that kanji? Yeah, it’s a book store. We’re right down the street from a book store! And there’s a used book store above the grocery store that’s about two blocks away.

The Candidates

When we first arrived, this was the most color we saw: a community bulletin board advertising the local candidates for the April election.

FamiliarFlowers

Tsutsuji — Azaleas. We have these at home!

When Judy and I arrived in Moroyama in mid-March, it was still more winter than spring. All the trees lining the roads were bare and the colors were drab. “This isn’t what I remember at all.” I thought, vaguely recalling my brief visit here three years ago. It was with much delight, then that we saw spring begin to bud out in April and May!

LittleBackGarden

Our back garden!

LittleFrontGarden

Our front garden!

ChurchTulips

The church garden! Ok, so tulip season is past — this picture is a month old now.

AmongtheHouses

This is typical of the alleyways between the houses in the neighborhoods here.

We have been bewildered by people calling this area “rural.” We live in what I would suppose is “downtown” Moroyama. City Hall is just a few blocks away. Since most of our transportation consists of feet, bikes, and trains, we haven’t explored our own town very far afield of our usual routes to the church and the grocery stores. However, whenever our friends have taken us anywhere in their cars, we’ve gotten a good view of the “rural” nature of our town after all. A few minutes from our house by car, and we begin to see groves of plum trees, large vegetable gardens, and rice paddies. There are some wonderful views of the mountains, too.

Blueroof

We keep seeing blue roofs around! Lovely!TraditionalHouses

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I don’t come from a big city in America, just a small to middle-sized one. Maybe six or seven times a year I would see people I knew while out and about around town. Not so here in Moroyama! In the three months we’ve lived here, I’ve seen people I know at the store or crossing the street almost every week! Perhaps this is in part because so many people walk and bike everywhere; it’s easiest to go to the nearest supermarket, convenience store, etc., so we are much more likely to see one another. This takes some getting used to, actually. Yesterday we saw the mother of one of my students at the store and she caught me totally off guard by asking me questions about the class schedule. Not only was it hard to tell her the answers (I had NOT anticipated having to speak much Japanese that day), I kept dropping things. I simply wasn’t in “teacher” mode and had difficulty switching out of “sleepy day off.” Oh well. She seemed more amused than anything.

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One thought on “The Neighborhood

  1. Debbie Gates says:

    Charlotte,
    What a joy to read your thoughts and reflect on what you are learning and experiencing. It was so fun to hear you sing and see you live at the party. Thank you so much for the beautiful Christmas gift–you are amazing. We received Swedish and Japanese joy from you this year. It mirrors the way God spares no expense and lavishes His love on us wherever we are. Thank you for your friendship, may your heart be filled with love and joy as you continue to follow and serve.

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