Saturday, March 24, 2012

Japan

So I'm in Japan now. There are a lot of reasons that led to this decision, none of which I feel like sharing in this post. I've been answering that question [Why are you moving to Japan?] for the past 9 months and I don't feel like answering it anymore. Simply accept the fact that I've moved to Japan and let's move on.

I arrived here without a work visa in hand, which means I can stay for 3 months on what's called a tourist visa. My friend Derek, who has been living and working in Japan coming up on a decade, is helping me obtain the work visa. Once I have that, I can legally earn a living while living here for a year. Beyond that, I have no plans. I'm playing life by ear at the moment.

My first order of business is to find a permanent place to live. In the meantime, Derek is letting me crash at his office, better known (by me at least) as The Shed. It's located on a winding uphill road that is often trafficked by tourists photographing nature. Keep in mind that spring hasn't hit yet, so it's not as green as usual.

The Shed on the right. Just past the blue tarp, there's a river down below. 


Another view of The Shed.


A new highway in the sky is under construction just up the road. It goes straight through the mountain.


Another highway further up the road.


I found this stairway to a shrine off a side road.



I plan to live in this area, which is a called Takao, a part of Hachioji, which is a suburb of Tokyo.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Geocaching in Alpine


My dad came up for a visit the other week to spend some time before I ship myself off to the Orient. It was fun having him here enjoying our mild Utah winter. On this day, we were out in the Alpine City Trails area doing some geocaching.I'm pretty sure that knit beanie belonged to my great-grandmother. Love you dad!

Friday, February 24, 2012

Race T-Shirt Quilt


I've got well over 100 race shirts. Most of them hang, lonely and forlorn, in my closet. I'm now giving them a second life in the form of a race t-shirt quilt. I've chosen to make it the way our pioneer ancestors did, by hand. One stitch at a time. It's a long process, but surprisingly therapeutic. Plus, it helps me feel somewhat productive while I'm watching TV.