As I was preparing for my second (longer) stay in Japan, I figured that this time around, the homesickness would hit me at three months.
I was right.
Today I teared up mulitple times at work, frustrated with the language barrier and the fast pace of my job, with all that is required of me and all that I still don't know how to do.
I miss the States. And my friends. American food. The studio. My old apartment. My Jeep. Not needing a translator everywhere I go (including work).
Yep. Homesickness has definitely set in. The three month slump is upon me.
So, I'm keeping busy. I bought a chair and bookshelf for my little apartment and rearranged things:
I am watching one of my and Dave's favorite shows, Mystery Science Theater 3000. We used to watch it whenever we caught it on Comedy Central. Here is the best of three episodes I've watched recently, Prince of Space (which is a Japanese movie), Night of the Blood Beast, and Space Mutiny:
"A rare Godzilla-free day."
So, that's that. Homesickness. A part of the experience...but it still sucks.