I had intended to start blogging about my life here in Japan a long time ago, but never really got around to it for a few reasons. One, strange as it may sound, was intimidation. Before coming to Japan, I was absolutely addicted to Gaijin Smash (Now "Gaijin Chronicles". This was around the time when the author would post regularly and I would be fascinated by his amazingly humorous writing style and off-the-wall observations. When I actually started living here myself, I realized that, yeah, a lot of crazy (to my American mind) stuff happens here that I would love to share with the world. But I felt that unforunately, I don't have the ability to write about it in a way that makes people squirt water out of their nose after failing to stifle a laugh, cry at the beauty of my beautifully arranged sentences, or even understand half of what the heck I'm talking about due to my lack of clarity. Obviously, without that, one can feel very unworthy to share anything.
Youtube was the same way. There were a lot of things I wanted to talk about, but I was always so impressed and so admired on JVlogger, Alafia of "Dear Life Japan" that I was too down on myself to try. But somehow, people seemed to be interested in what I had to say.
I'm a shy person; a person who can ramble on and on about nothing without realizing it. But I have realized that at the end of the day, that doesn't mean what I have to say is invalid or not worth sharing. So, I have decided to try. Even if some people will get bored with my unnecessary descriptions and despite the fact that while reading this blog, you will likely be able to keep that water you're drinking from shooting out of your nasal orifices . At least no one will be trying to sue me if they choke to death or something.
So, welcome to Tokeri's Japan. A world with a sweet, musically gifted Japanese guy, a confused and overly-emotional black American girl, the two of whom just happen to be married. Occasionally, there may be mention of some of the world's other inhabitants including: perverted toddlers, a sister-in-law whose favorite pastime is spinning around in circles for a hours at a time, and dog who insists on stepping in his own waste before pouncing on me to say hello. It's a messy space and almost always under construction, but here's your invite.
Just be careful not to trip over that pile of mispelled words and run-ons in the corner while you make yourself at home.