This post is the second part of a series of posts about my experience working in Japan. Previous posts can be found here. My flight for Japan was scheduled for March 13th, 2011. Training was in early April, so my plan was to come early and enjoy Tokyo for two weeks before starting work. However,
In the summer of 2010 I was an anxious college grad, and like most anxious college grads, the reason for my anxiety lied in my uncertain future. I knew I wanted to live in Japan, but my JET application was already met with nary a phone call, and all the job openings on Gaijin Pot
Taking the Chiyoda line to Tokyo’s northwest corner where the line terminates lands one in Adachi ward, the last bastion of the mighty metropolis before it gives way to the desolate suburbs of Saitama and Chiba. This terminal station is called Ayase, a quiet little “shitamachi” neighborhood that’s a little old, a little beat up,