Lately I have been so funked out with work and Kyoto that I feel agoraphobic in my spare time. In a last ditch attempt not to hate the city completely, I fixed my puncture and took a ride to clear my head and get some sun. I am naturally a shy person, and absolutely hate having my photo taken, so today I decided to do the opposite of what I wanted. Thus I made some small talk with a Japanese guy who asked if I wanted my picture taken.
He was cool, a college graduate who has just returned from Utah and is spending his last month of freedom before starting work, marriage, slipping back into Japanese life. His name was Taka, and he thought it was funny I wasn't dressed in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt as all the other Americans in Kyoto today.
Did I clear my head? A little bit. Japan is a burn out. I cannot say I hate it, but then again I don't have strong feelings either way. My work negotiations draw to a close on Monday and by then I will know what to do. Possibly I will be accepting my final job in Japan. Rhod has been having a real tough time, and my mouth is very much closed about his career. Things have just come off the rails, and it is time to focus once more. Kyoto is a well kept museum, starkly beautiful and filled with wonders, but uncomfortable and not homely, untouchable in many ways. There is a sense of unreality, of not quite being in the real world here.
Today was fun, but it would have been better dragging Rhod with me, to see places that have been too cold to visit over the past couple of months. The plum blossoms are out, Spring has arrived.