Today is my 10th anniversary since I moved to the U.S. from Japan. There is a strong wind blowing outside, but I piked some apples from the only apple tree in the yard and baked a pie for my family today (and it was the best pie I ever bake!)
I've never back my home country after I came here, so I believe they have changed very much. I found out that the hospital I was born was moved into another place, and the elementary school I attended got a new building on the site where the play equipments I loved was there. Everything I knew about Japan is too old. It's kind of sad that Japan is a strange place to me now. I feel I'm not an ordinary Japanese anymore, but not an American either. Then who I am? An earthling...Maybe?
Even I spent ten years in here, I still couldn't speak English well. This is a serious problem. I CAN'T FIND A JOB!
I think I was too late to came here, because my younger siblings can speak English almost like a native speaker. One of them is living in a college dome, and another one getting A's in English honor class. Don't you feel scary if you can't say anything you want to tell? If no one cares what you're trying to explain?
My school years was miserable because of the language. It was difficlut to study things by unknown language with unreadable textbooks. Teachers were not much help, because I couldn't ask questions in English and they couldn't give answer that I needed. No one talk to me once they know that I can't response to their talking, so I was just like air at the school
. Even everyone believed that I was a "too shy" person, I always wanted to join their conversation and tell what I was thinking.
However, I had friends who helped me a lot. Most of them were Japanese but not all of them. I'm always thankful to those very kindly people who helped me and my family last ten years. My family and I couldn't survive in the U.S. without their supports. And you, who's reading my journal, is one of them, too!
I love dA because here is someone who see my artworks, read my words, and sometimes give comments. You know that I'm here, so I feel I'm not just air at here. More like a wind. Although I can study English while I'm replying for the comments (so please feel free to let me know if I'm using incorrect grammar), I again realized that art is a global language. Picture says more than words, like traffic signs. I have no regret that I chose art for my educational major. I hope I can be better artist everyday, to tell something that I want to tell someone
Hm...my hands smell nutmeg (isn't LugnutXMegs lol) of the piecrust.