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HOW DID WE LIVE THERE?<\/span>
\nTales of JET Housing in Japan<\/span><\/div>\n

(Summer 2007 Issue)<\/span><\/p>\n

Some of us were livin\u2019 large, and others were livin\u2019 small.\u00a0 But whatever our situation, we lived it up and got some new perspectives. <\/span>So get comfy under your <\/span>kotatsu and drink up the nice nostalgia your fellow alums serve up in the following stories. <\/span><\/p>\n

Melissa Chavez, Nagano-ken, 2004-06 <\/span>
\nPeople would come over to my house and be shocked at how nice it was.\u00a0 I lived in teacher housing and was placed in a village, though, so every time my boyfriend was over I had to sneak him in and out because it was a major taboo for a female teacher to have guys over.\u00a0 I learned that when I took my guy friend from the town over to an event in my village and people insisted that he was my boyfriend for years even though I adamantly denied it.\u00a0 I payed about $100 a month for rent for my place, which was unbelievable, which I totally realize now that I live in New York.<\/p>\n

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\nCrystal Wong, Iwate-ken, 2002-04 <\/span>
\nMy first apartment in Ninohe was 35,000 yen a month, a fifteen-minute walk to school and next to a river which I constantly worried would flood.\u00a0 My first week there I remember waking up one morning, watching it rain very heavily and fretting that the river was rising rather quickly.\u00a0 I called my landlady and she reassured me that in all her years of living there the Mabeichi river had never flooded.\u00a0 It was also very humid and moldy \u2014 mold was everywhere \u2014 on my cabinets, on my shoes, even on my passport.\u00a0 One morning, I woke up with the ceiling dripping on me and decided I wanted to move out.\u00a0 So I moved into teachers\u2019 housing where rent was 6,000 yen a month (the parking spot was an extra 1,000 a month), and I had two floors, loads of closet space, a balcony, and a three-minute walk downhill to school.\u00a0 The pitfall?\u00a0 A pit toilet, and the old fashioned shower where i had to crank up the gas every time.\u00a0 And the rash of dango mushi<\/span> that would invade in the summer.\u00a0 But it was all worth it for all that extra cash I had to burn!<\/p>\n

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\nAlexei Esikoff, Fukushima-ken, 2001-02 <\/span>
\nWhen I moved to Fukushima, I had just completed my undergraduate in Wisconsin. Armed with a down coat and pom-pom topped fleece hat, I was prepared for the cold outside. What I did not expect was the cold inside. The lack of insulation baffled me, and I developed a hatred for my kerosene heater. The thing was orange and boxy and I could never get the timer to work, so I would wake up on winter mornings with chattering teeth. (My parents found my complaining phone calls amusing; in the mail one day was a fluffy purple sleep suit \u2014 essentially footie pajamas for adults.) I hated lugging the sticky canister to the local gas station. And the smell of the gas was enough to make me fear for my future unborn children. It gave me headaches similar to the one I got when I pumped my own gasoline for the first time as a teenager and sprayed it in my hair. Eventually I gave up on the kerosene. I spent nights with a little space heater pointed at my head. This was a more expensive operation, but no longer did I fear giving birth to mutants.<\/p>\n

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\nRobertson Allen, Yamanashi-ken <\/span>
\nUpon my arrival, I was shown to my new abode, a small house just off Route 52 in rural Yamanashi, the prefecture that claims half of Mt. Fuji. My landlady, Nagai-san, whose sizeable house effectively blocked mine from being seen from the busy road, had a small garden off to the side that I had to walk past in order to get to my house. Beyond the garden was a diminutive community shrine whose red torii<\/span> I had to pass through on the way to my place; every time I came home, I was entering sacred space, and it was also my backyard. I loved that shrine. Hardly anyone came to it except for some old ladies and one old man who would periodically meet there to chant scriptures. I could watch and hear them from my kitchen just a few yards away. In the space between the shrine and my house was a small yard where I would occasionally host cookouts for Japanese and ex-pat friends.<\/p>\n

The interior of my house was the space that I could truly call my own. It was a small house, one-story, but with two bedrooms, a Japanese-style room with tatami<\/span> and sliding doors, a kitchen\/dining room with long sliding glass doors opening out to the shrine, and a bathroom with the best feature of the house, a heated toilet seat. Because of poor insulation and no central heating, winters were cold \u2014 freezing, literally. I got frostbite on my toes my first year there from just living inside. (I learned how to stay warm after that.) But oddly enough, though, my fondest memories of my house come from winter, for that was the time when I could retreat and hide, when the sun would start setting by 4:00 because of the southern Japan alps behind the house half a mile away. The house, over the course of three years, became completely my own, and the torii through which I had to pass to enter and leave my house became my threshold to the reality of being a foreigner working at a school in rural Japan with all of the social pressures it entails.<\/p>\n

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\nScott Alprin, Aichi-ken, 1992-95 <\/span>
\nFujii Mansion in Takakura-cho<\/span>, Kariya-shi<\/span>, across from the Yamazaki Pan<\/span> (bread store); up the street from Kondo Bike Shop (where I bought a bike) and Kamihaza Jidosha<\/span> (where I bought a car with limited shaken<\/span> left), up the street from Fuji Camera (where I bought a camera), around the block from the Jyango Italian Restaurant (where my girlfriend walked out on me during lunch), down the way from the Ito Yokado (where I shopped), over the hill from Yoshinoya (where I dined on gyudon<\/span> (before Mad Cow Disease was an issue)), beyond the intersection from Meiho Video (where I violated copyright laws and rented American movies and studied the jimaku<\/span> (subtitles)), and a ways away from the Murasaki izakaya<\/span>, where a friend of mine met his girlfriend when we were playing Scrabble.\u00a0 Rent was 45,000 yen a month, and worth every penny. The trash dump was right below the balcony of the second floor, so I could drop it right down.\u00a0 It was the first place I ever lived in by myself that had a \u201cstep\u201d (there was a step between the kitchen and the living room).\u00a0 The building was only two years old, and the floor was wooden and comfortable and the air conditioner was my savior.\u00a0 It was the place where I learned that one should point bowls away from oneself when doing dishes, or water can shoot from the bowl as the sponge comes around, causing wetness upon clothing.\u00a0 I never even spoke to a neighbor, but could hear them all coughing under their respective breaths at night.\u00a0 Never heard anything untoward, though.<\/p>\n

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\nShannon Quinn, Kagawa-ken, 2000-01 <\/span>
\nSeto Naikai Sunsets <\/span>
\nIn some ways, my apartment in Takuma-cho<\/span> was pretty symbolic of my JET Program experience.\u00a0 Like many fresh-out-of college JET particpants, I was unable to appreciate how well taken care of I was by my host community.\u00a0 My spacious 2LDK three stories above the Takasegawa River came with the scent of fresh tatami<\/span> mats, a double balcony, and sunsets over the Inland Sea.\u00a0 Fully furnished and complete with both a mountain bike and a mama-chari<\/span>, the apartment was mine for less than $150 a month.<\/p>\n

Five years later I moved into my second Japanese apartment \u2014 a compact one room manshon in Yokohama.\u00a0 Armed with my electronic English\/Japanese dictionary, I visited real estate agencies all over the Tokyo area before settling on a 250 square foot apartment that cost over six times what I paid on the JET Program.\u00a0 As I reluctantly handed over my deposit and key money, I realized that what I would miss most about living in Takuma would not be the space or even the heavily subsidized rent, but rather the town full of friends I inherited when I moved in.<\/p>\n

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\nNina Morganlander, Friend of JET, Wakayama-ken, 1998-99 <\/span>
\nMy boss ran a small school and he was very cheap… so we lived in his house. They must have added some rooms on for teachers and a small kitchen area. All the appliances were old and falling apart. (e.g. the fridge had nails sticking out, there was no hot water in the sink, etc.) Since there were only two rooms and his two daughters lived there as well, guess where the male teacher lived?\u00a0 In an apartment, which the boss only paid part of and made the teacher pay the rest of. At least he had privacy. (We even had to share the toilet and bath with the family. Imagine that.)\u00a0 The best part was when a new teacher came the boss put her in his room and he and his wife took the daughters room and the daughter had to go sleep with her sister.\u00a0 So there was little time to clean between teachers and we all had the same furniture. This wasn’t a problem until towards the end of my stay when the other teacher had bug bites or a rash all over – probably from the dani<\/span> (mites) living in her rug. Thank goodness there were none in my tatami<\/span> room, but I’m sure that it was only a matter of time!<\/p>\n

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\nJustin Tedaldi, Kobe-shi CIR, 2001-02 <\/span>
\nI can describe my living conditions in Japan during my year on JET in one word: Spartan.\u00a0 Wait, not even Spartan: Draconian<\/em>.\u00a0 Since I only planned to spend a year in beautiful Kobe City, less was more\u2014and the high cost of sea mail rates I paid the previous year as an exchange student made me think twice about sending any heavy electronic gadgets home.<\/p>\n

Nestled in my danchi<\/span> (multi-unit apartment), my biggest creature comfort was a TV\/VCR I bought at the local supermarket in my first week since my predecessor left me with a busted one.\u00a0 Other than that, I had a faux leather desk chair with wheels; a wobbly dining room table; a telephone with a wonky cassette answering machine; a microwave (no gas burners); and my portable CD player hooked up to computer speakers.\u00a0 After Christmas I had some mini electronic drum pads to thrash around on, but that was it.\u00a0 I checked e-mail at other people\u2019s homes, and for some reason waited near the very end of my time on JET to rent movies.\u00a0 Day trips to Kyoto, Nagoya and a week in Tokyo made me forget all about my cavernous apartment (and my mailbox perpetually stuffed with enjo kosai<\/span> adverts).<\/p>\n

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\nJulie Holmes n\u00e9e Udd, Saitama-ken, Kitawabe-shi (little town bordering Ibaraki, Gunma and Tochigi.\u00a0 This is where the Watarase and <\/span>Tone river meet!), 1998-2000 <\/span>
\nI had a sweet deal! A great one bedroom apartment, Western size, and one of my students\u2019 families lived in the one right next to mine.\u00a0 It was the same size but he lived there with his mother, father and two siblings. When I got there though, as a Westerner, I thought nothing of it, really. Just that I had adequate space and felt comfortable.<\/p>\n

When I first got there, my school and board of education gave me the month off as school was not in session yet.\u00a0 I was lonely but busy starting life in this new country and my new surroundings. I spent the first week or so getting things together at home and then the week after a girl that I had met at the JET orientation came over to spend time. “Great,\u201d I thought!\u00a0 \u201cMy first guest and, as I love to host, it will be great!”<\/p>\n

The whole time she was there she was sooooooo homesick but that’s OK… I cooked for her, I talked with her and I walked to the next town with her to see Godzilla.\u00a0 Appropriate first movie in Japan, no?\u00a0 I basically mothered her and it was somewhat of a comfort to me, too.\u00a0 As we had a good time and enjoyed each other’s company, she invited me to go climb Mt. Fuji the next weekend with her and friends. I accepted, we took the bus up there the following Saturday, and arrived at 10 p.m. at night. We had chosen to climb overnight so we could see the sunrise from the top.<\/p>\n

Well, pretty quickly on our hike my shoelaces came undone and I stopped to tie them.\u00a0 When I looked up, my “friends” were far ahead and going at a faster pace than I was walking.\u00a0 At a checkpoint up ahead I saw them and I asked if they wanted to walk with me… They said, “Well, we want to walk fast!”\u00a0 Again, I asked if they were going to walk with me and they replied, “Well, we want to walk fast so that we can get up there sooner than later.”\u00a0 I just walked away and didn’t look back.<\/p>\n

All was well by the next checkpoint because I met up with a German man whom I met on the bus who believed in walking as slow as the slowest person in your group.\u00a0 Even though I wasn\u2019t in his group, he let his friends go ahead and stayed with me the whole way.\u00a0 At the top, we sat right next to my \u201cfriends\u201d and the German man was talking loudly about never leaving anyone behind.<\/p>\n

What do this story and my apartment have to do with each other, you ask?\u00a0 About a week after I returned from my mountain hike, even with the comfort of the German man I was beginning to feel very alone and out of sorts from my first few weeks in Japan. One night it was raining heavily outside. I was comfortable in my heated apartment until water began coming down like a sheet of rain all across the entrance to my bedroom, the sliding door entrance to my tatami<\/span> mat room from the living room.<\/p>\n

That was it! I couldn’t take it anymore. I had taken care of a girl who had repaid me with jilting me on Mt. Fuji late at night, who was the only person I had had over to my place and I was spending way too much time there alone. My sobs were soon coming down like sheets of rain over me.<\/p>\n

After I wiped my tears away, I got several pots and pans under the entryway and called a teacher I worked with, who came over as quick as she could, and, although they never fixed anything, it didn’t happen again the whole time I was there. I guess it was just the angle of the rain that night or I don’t know what???\u00a0 I enjoyed my apartment, realized soon when I met others living there how decadent a space it was and made many good Japanese friends to make up for the first one that ended up being one of two lousy ones… both with foreigners. I hosted others in my apartment and its walls are full of good memories from my time there.\u00a0 No matter what your accommodations, it’s what fills the space and not your superficial surroundings or size that matter most!<\/p>\n

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\nBrian Hersey, Fukuoka-ken, 1994-96 <\/span>
\nAs a JET, I lived in a kyoshokuin jutaku<\/span>, i.e., public teacher housing.\u00a0 The building was old and a bit tired looking (although it has since been painted a vibrant-shade of pink) but my 3DK was comfortable, with a nice view out the back window of the sunset over the valley. In the winter I used just one of the rooms and my kitchen to save heating fuel. The place was big by Japanese (or, for that matter, New York) standards and cost 7,000 yen a month. No hot water, but I did have a nice tub that could be heated, and the school purchased me a seat that went over the traditional toilet (though I eventually scrapped that as I adapted to rural Japan.)\u00a0 The doorways were 1.8 meters high so I needed to bob my head as my 181 centimeters entered any room (a habit that remained with me for months after I left Japan). The wildlife was the only real drawback.\u00a0 The white-washed bedroom walls were often splattered with my blood where invading mosquitoes met their grisly demise after feasting on me in the middle of the night.\u00a0 The occasional roach could be heard scampering through the night on the tatami<\/span>. There was also one centipede spotting, and a huntsman spider<\/p>\n

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\nGabriela Pedroza, Hokkaido-ken (Kurisawa-chou), 1993-94 <\/span>
\nAfter spending three whirlwind days in Tokyo for training, I was sick as a dog! I was dazed, confused, culture shocked, and did I mention, sick?\u00a0 I got sent on a plane to Hokkaido and two Japanese men picked me out of the crowd as their JET. We had a silent lunch where I displayed my inability to use chopsticks. This was followed by an hour drive through foreign cities and fields to a tiny town.\u00a0 Raggedly, I sat with yet another man in what appeared to be a communist era room with a doily-covered coffee table and brown sofas.\u00a0 Appearing in the doorway were a man and woman. “This is your mamma and pappa.” The dam of hanging-in-there could no longer hold; tears secretly worked their way down my face. These kindly people, they would take care of me. They would take me home.\u00a0 For seven months my mamma, pappa and their three children shared a home.\u00a0 They taught me to count, to tell time, how to bathe. Each morning my pappa would make me eggs and toast and drive me to school. Each afternoon I heard “Okaeri<\/span>!” in response to my “Tadaima<\/span>!” Each evening my mamma would make us dinner. I watched a lot of TV I could not understand. And in the spring, friends of the family would bring corn and melons from their fields.\u00a0 I look back on those days of familial bliss fondly. I doubt they will ever know how much their kindness meant to me; how much I needed them that first summer afternoon.<\/p>\n

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\nElizabeth Sharpe, Aomori-ken, Mutsu-shi, 2000-02 <\/span>
\nA small two bedroom apartment all of my own for government-subsidized $100 a month was a dream come true, or so I thought.\u00a0 Come winter, the below-freezing temperatures and Aomori snow up to my waist made for a very cold apartment that soon seemed too large. There was too much space to heat. I took to curling up in my sleeping bag on the kitchen floor in front of the only large kerosene heater in the apartment. The portable kerosene heater would be in the bathroom, thawing out the pipes so I could take a bath.\u00a0 This really wasn’t practical, nor very safe, considering the number of burst-pipe stories that circulated among JETs and Japanese alike.\u00a0 So, I preferred the steaming, sauna-like shower at the gym I belonged to. Or I visited the various sento<\/span>s in town. Which I now remember as my very favorite memories in Japan \u2014 cold, cold apartment and hot, hot baths. All that for only $100 a month.<\/p>\n

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\nMike Harper, CIR, Kagoshima-ken, 1990-93 (now living in Seattle) <\/span>
\nI lived in Yaku-cho<\/span>, Kagoshima Prefecture and had a very sweet deal.\u00a0\u00a0 A small house meant for a teacher and family was all mine.\u00a0 Two six-tatami<\/span> rooms and one 4.5-tatami<\/span> room.\u00a0 I think it was slightly bigger than the house that the married teacher with a wife ad two kids next to me had, which I found a bit embarrassing.\u00a0 The shool board also installed a Western-style toilet for me and I know the house next to mine had the old fashioned benjo with a lid put over it.\u00a0\u00a0 And all of this was rent free for me.<\/p>\n

The\u00a0 teacher and his family moved in next door the first year I was there.\u00a0 They arrived in the late afternoon and some people from the school board helped them move their stuff into the house.\u00a0 As it got dark someone went into my house \u2014 I was gone \u2014 and turned on the lights of the two main rooms to help illuminate the outside.\u00a0 That was fine with me.\u00a0 Since it was a small town I did not bother locking my door unless I was travelling, which meant not worrying about whether I had forgotten to lock it.\u00a0 I did not lock the sliding doors, either.\u00a0 It also meant the mailman could just drop off my mail inside the house, since I did not have a mailbox. Once a neighbor brought a bag of tankan (tangerines) and left the door open a foot or so.\u00a0 I think that was the time I came home to find some stray cats exploring my house, who took off very quickly when they saw me.\u00a0 They may have lived under my house for a while.\u00a0 For typhoons the house also had wooden panels to slide over the screens, and it was a good thing I had them.<\/p>\n

Most people in the neighborhood knew where I lived, or could find me quickly.\u00a0 At least one did not.\u00a0 I answered the door\u00a0 once and it was a local politican asking for votes, and he apologetically explained that he did not expect that I would vote.<\/p>\n

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\nJohn Hyon, Yamanashi-ken <\/span>
\nI lived in public teacher housing and only paid 7,000 yen per month for a decent place.\u00a0 Though if I wanted hot water, I had to fill up this thing with cold water, turn on the gas for the hot water heater and wait a few minutes.\u00a0 Also, my apartment complex had something called \u201cCommunity Day,\u201d which meant that one Saturday a month, invariably after I\u2019d been out drinking all night, they would knock on my door at 7:00 a.m. and I\u2019d have to help out with something like raking leaves.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

HOW DID WE LIVE THERE? Tales of JET Housing in Japan (Summer 2007 Issue) Some of us were livin\u2019 large, and others were livin\u2019 small.\u00a0 But whatever our situation, we lived it up and got some new perspectives. So get comfy under your kotatsu and drink up the nice nostalgia your fellow alums serve up […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":70,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-255","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PkZ7m-47","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jetwit.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/255","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jetwit.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jetwit.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jetwit.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jetwit.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=255"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/jetwit.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/255\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":257,"href":"https:\/\/jetwit.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/255\/revisions\/257"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jetwit.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/70"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jetwit.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=255"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}