Today was one of the extraordinarily ordinary day that left me realizing I had packed my bags and left for a country whose language I do not speak, 7 hours and too far away from my family and friends.

No regrets lah.

I had lunch and coffee with Kimu-Taku lookalike Igami-san, who barely speaks English, but I hope he'll be fluent in a year when he is back from London. His dream is to become a professional football coach, and without having found an apartment or job, he decided to enrol in an English school there to get himself started. So brave, he reminded me of myself when I semi-impulsively quit Bloomberg to move to Tokyo.

He also took it upon himself to matchmake me with a Japanese friend before he leaves in a week... and I didn't have the guts to tell him he would do.

And then I had to travel an hour and a half to Atsugi to teach one lesson, after which I had to take a train for another hour to Yokohama to teach three lessons and travel another hour back to Baba. I spent so much time on the train I wanted to faint, and I have decided I will never like Yokohama.

In-between I had some free time, so I decided to check out the 100-yen store at Ito-Yokado to buy cheap stuff for my new apartment. I officially take over the lease tomorrow, and I have gone to the realtor's and paid for the apartment in full (it cost Jo and me a good USD3500 each). I feel so adult.

I can't to fill up our place with furniture, appliances and the like.

Thanks to P I have a gigantic wardrobe, a work desk, a foldable mattress, a very expensive digital clock and an ironing board in my room. Plus my standing mirror from Tokyu Hands will be delivered tomorrow afternoon! He also left behind a fridge, a stove, a washing machine, a vacumn cleaner, a table, crockery, utensils and other random things we can use.

I should be grateful.

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