I can feel the days slipping away into the heat, and I'm not really keeping track anymore. This internship experience is not meant to be calculated one day at a time. Rather, it is like a breath, something absorbed yet simultaneously escapes from you for the time being. But Tokyo's atmosphere has definitely sunken into my skin, and like a good soak in the onsen, it has definitely been good for me. It's hard to write this knowing that I'll begin to pack my bags in my little cubby hole of a guest house within the next week or so.
After a long 3-day weekend thanks to Umi no Hi (海の日), it is back to work. At length, this experience has been enlightening for a number of reasons. Japanese corporate life is all about social intricacy, and you find yourself lost in this dense network of mores and subtleties that you have to learn through experience. I have been trying to keep up, but in a culture of unspoken rules, it is often just easier to make a mistake and learn from it.
The beauty of the city is that there is a niche for everyone. Tokyo is a nexus of culture and tradition, and like all urban environments, there is a convergence of everything and anything. Be a little nosy goes a long way, and the detective work ultimately leads you to something unexpected and unbelievable. All it takes is a little courage.
I'm one of those people that adjusts slowly. And it takes about this long for me to get into the swing of things, where I can autopilot the daily routine and let the whole experience wash over me. Tokyo has much to be explored still, but I know chance will bring me where I need to go. There's something about being on your own that is liberating enough to let fortune take the reins for once. I'm normally terrified of being thrown into the world on my own.