Being all settled in to my apartment in Japan is weird. I've gone through all the immigration stuff, so now I just... belong here. In another country that I never had been to until a week ago. I live here now. It just sits in my brain a little funny.
I'm really liking it here. The community is so nice, and it's a pleasant, quiet town. The population is about 30,000 people, so it's quite familiar in size. The roads and trails are very different though. I could best describe it as jumbled earbud cords with no road markings anywhere. It's a little difficult for me to get around, but I'm getting used to it by using businesses as my road signs.
People always talk about the food being the hardest part about living abroad, but I haven't really found it to be a problem at all. It helps that my family has always cooked a lot of curries and other similar dishes, so while the packaging is new, it's all the same food that I'm eating on a regular basis. The only two things I really, really miss food-wise are teas with caffeine and bread. They have bread here, and I love and eat it all the same, but it's so... springy? Like, the texture comes off more plastic like than the stuff back home? Ahh well, such is life.