Seeing my favorite country from the plane was a bitter sweet moment. It felt like it was right there within my grasp but it was far away too. It was a touchers moment but at the same time a very memorable one. Some how I was able to talk to a Japanese lady who knew english and she was my escort throughout my journey. I could not have reached the exit point without her. Now I know I was really luck because if she would not have been there, I knew I would have been lost cause I had to take a train to reach the exit. The first people I met were my 1st, 2nd, 3rd host family and my advisor. They were the nicest people I had every met. All of them had their own way of living and ways in their houses. It was hard to change host family every 4 moths but I would soon get used to it and it would be fun to spend time with them. For me the hardest thing was probably the language barrier. Thank god that in my first host family, The Fukuoka's, had a son who could speak English. Technically speaking, he was my host brother but he was old enough to be my uncle. So, this is how my first family started, I entered my new home and saw a old lady bow in front of me. I was sooooo stunned to see her that I was speechless. Later in the year I would find out that she would be the most special person to me during my Japan trip.


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