Compared to last year’s experience, returning to Japan after my summer holiday this year was as dull as it gets, just another routine return home from vacation. It’s been great to start seeing students again, but there’s none of that “oh my god you’re actually back!” wonderfulness I got thanks to my prolonged absence. I’m sure most of them didn’t even know I’d been gone.
The 30-hour journey from Ichenheim to Togane went as smoothly as possible, with just some slight anxiety at the beginning when my first train ran a half-hour behind. I didn’t get to the airport until one hour before departure, but this turned out to be plenty of time anyway. It might have even made it better, as I barely had to wait on line to check-in and pretty much flew by security. I got lucky on the 6-hour flight to Abu Dhabi when the woman sitting next to me got up and never returned to her seat, apparently having found a better one somewhere else. Maybe I smelled bad? If so, good. The layover in Abu Dhabi was only an hour and a half and most of that consisted of getting off the one plane and on to the other, as the airport doesn’t have enough terminals for the planes to connect to and everyone has to be shuttled to and from the planes. I was amused by how extremely lax the security line was—the United Arab Emirates is clearly not too worried about terrorist attacks. Finally, I got lucky again on the 10-hour flight to Narita as nobody was seated next to me at all. I actually managed to sleep for awhile too—maybe a whole 20 minutes of unconsciousness (a new flight record for me!)
It was only 4 p.m. when I got back to Togane, giving me plenty of time to unpack, go for a run, and head to the supermarket to re-stock my refrigerator before settling in for the night.
I stayed up as late as I could—9 p.m.—thinking I’d probably crash for at least 12 hours, but the jet-lag had other plans. I woke up at 2 a.m. and couldn’t get back to sleep for another five hours. It was early evening in Germany, the time my body got used to being the most awake. I only slept for one more hour after that, new construction projects going on outside my apartment making further sleep impossible. I went for another run, did some more shopping, had lunch, then went back to K-chu at 1 p.m. for two hours of Speech Contest practice.
The jet-lag kept me up for most of last night as well, and I was hurting this morning as I came in at 10:00 a.m.—3 a.m. by my body’s reckoning.
The Speech Contest students did improve while I was away, but I’ve been disappointed by how relatively not-far they’ve come in three weeks. One kid doesn’t even have his whole speech memorized yet. It’s a long speech, okay, but he’s had five weeks and there’s only three more to go. Others are still making the same mistakes they were when I left. I guess it just means I’ve still got plenty of work cut out for me. At least the best student is still performing wonderfully—she’s pretty much ready for the contest already and would probably win if it were held tomorrow.
Next week the semester begins, but it won’t be back to normal. K-chu’s Sports Week is next week, so I’ve got a whole lot of boredom to look forward to as the students prepare for it. At least I’ll have the elementary schools to keep me busy. I’ll use as time preparing those lessons as I can.
All in all, it feels as great to be back as I expected. Just no “second honeymoon” this time. I was gone three weeks but it already feels like I never left.