Bad weather. I feel chilly. Is it in March or October now?
I watched TV this morning. I thought morning programs are more interenting because they have more information about daily life here. In one program, a reporter explained about hamburgers' fat. Japanese people don't really care how many grams of fat in food. The difference was interesting for me.
I can use two set of bed sheets in this room, but the one put already was in dark green and wine read paisley motif. It made my feelings unsetteled, so I was glad to change it to the other whiter one.
I missed today's guitar lesson. This unfamiliar environment brings a lot of troubles. Umm... Maybe it will be better in a month.
My cooking isn't really good, but I enjoy having what I want to eat.
In this photo, I actually don't know what I cooked. No-name menu. I decided to make two portions at once. It's to save time because I want to eat rice in the morning too and need some dishes for rice. I thought I wouldn't have time to cook after the school started.
My new yogamat arrived. I'm continuing to do exercise. When I feel that my mind lost control, I have a lot of bad things. I need to make room in my mind. So, I need exercise.
In the evening, the washing machine and dryer were too noisy. The laundry room is right across from my room and the noise directly comes into my room. The TV noise from the son's room was like someone's shouting at my door. I couldn't stand it anymore and finally asked him and his wife to close their door at night. They don't close doors even when they watch TV in a really loud volume and the son's laughing is as if it reaches to the sky. The difference of the customs is quite big.
My memories are volatile. I decided to write down about my days on papers until the internet connection becomes better.
I have my hands full just with getting used to my new life here. The internet connection is very bad since the power outage.
I tried to cook Oyako-don, but something different was made as a result. 
I chose the no-meal plan when I contracted, so their family meal time and my time are different. I feel a bit strange about that, but I'll be used to it soon.
I'm thinking about getting my cell phone at a Chinese store.
I went jogging at 6:30 am this morning. It was chilly and the sun rays were weak. That was good for jogging. I want to get up at that time everyday, but I don't have a alarm clock. I need to buy one.
I tidied my things up this morning. I decorated a small sheep doll and a beanie bear on my desk. The sheep is from one of my Australian friends. The bear was in the parcel of my birthday gifts from my sister. I liked the conbination of them a lot.
My host mother offered to take me to the college today. She seemed to go on a walk everyday, so she could take me there, going on a walk. However, when I finished my preparation (I needed UV cream on my skin), she was already gone. There was no note and I looked for her a lot. Then, I wrote a note to her and left h ome fot the college because I already put UV cream and didn't want to waste it.
My college is my sister's previous college. I was going there, looking at a map which my sister drew for me. But, I have a couple of minor mistakes and took long ways. Anyway, I found how to go to the chinese supermarket as a result. I met many good people. Everyone says hello each other here, even to this stranger, like in Australia. That's a very good thing.
Near the college, I came to an intersection. I couldn't understand the traffic signals for pedestrian. I had been to America three times to visit my sister, but I didn't be bothered even once about many things because she helped me about them! I pressed a button of a signal, but probebly I missed the white signal which was displayed for about three seconds. I only saw red signals and couldn't recognize the state of blinking or not. I tried not to have much attention and walked away. ;)
In the early morning, I went jogging. I'm glad because I can continue to do jogging and streching everyday here.
My host family has father, mother, son and his wife. A boy from Hong Kong will come back here in August. The son and his wife in the family took me to stores on his car today. I used my credit card in a store for the first time in my life. I didn't want to use it, but I had no choice now. What I bought is mirin, sake, ponzu, chicken meat, a lot of vegetables, milk, soy milk, black sesami paste and so on. There was a chinese supermarket near the house. It's very useful for me. I can go there by myself on foot.
My food shelf. The big one is rice!
Mother served me meals today. Although I chose no-meal plan, she said that I didn't have to mind about today's meals. Lunch was Cantonese noodles. It was good.
I'm pretty sure that it is more than 40 degrees outside. I will be burnt if I am there. How about LA where my sister is?
The son and his wife look younger than I do, but they are probably older. I hear a lot of cantonese in the house and I feel as if I'm in a Hong Kong movie.
I missed dinner again like last night because I fell asleep for a while in my room. I found that she kept my portion in the fridge, but I couldn't understand what she said in English. I think we have strong accents and so it's a bit hard to get each other's saying. I don't really eat foods after 9 pm and that's ok. Maybe tomorrow. I enjoyed trying conversation in Chinese, though.
I opened six boxes which I sent from Japan and a parcel from my sister. Those boxes were my clothes, shoes and books. The parcel was my birthday gifts from her. I haven't tidied even my things in my suitcases. I need to do that very soon.
It is very cold here now. The control of the air conditioner is just one and so I can't adjust the temperature in my room.
When I chose my clothes for today, I felt like wearing light color ones. In Japan, I always wanted to wear black ones. I don't know what's different, but maybe the color of the houses and the sky influenced me.
(From this day, dates will be represented in US time.)
Finally, I arrived in America. The flight was quite good. The old Japanese man next to me was really nice and we talked a lot. The shuttle bus ride from the airport got three hours and a half, though the distance needed normally one hour car ride. The document which college sent me contained old information about shuttle bus and the cost was twice of the price on the document as a result. I got really terrible carsick on the bus and the bus driver bought a bottle of 7UP for me. He was very nice.
The whole family came to me in front of the house and helped carry my luggage. They are from Hong Kong and speak Mandarin, Cantonese and English. I was thinking a bit to go to study in a Chinise speaking country a while ago and so I was glad to have a chance to stay with them. I want to know about Chinese culture in my daily life. I actually have almost no memory about when I arrived. I fell asleep soon after that. My only clear memory is about the taste of 7UP. (I hadn't got that terrible carsick in these ten years and so I'd forgot sparkling drinks worked for it. I usually don't have soft drinks, so I must remember that.)
