Today marks the anniversary of what I talked about in Day 3. I had already mentioned it before but I'm no longer in Japan. Still, when you here a little creak or it feels like something shaking everyone I know freaks out and thinks its an earthquake. I know sometimes when I feel the ground rumbling my heart starts to quicken but it takes me a minute to finally breathe again and remember I'm no longer there. My family is still in Japan however, they'll be there for a bit longer.
Being in Denver though, it's not to bad. A couple of weeks ago we had a horrible wind storm, not that scared me like none other. I was surprised I was able to sleep with all the noise. Other then that, nothing really bad happens here which is a great switch off especially when Japan still gets some bad earthquakes. Plus its a good place to start anew and get a good job in my career field.
The school year is almost coming to an end. It's been so long since I first started. It was some time in September I think, when I first came to this school. Now I'm so close. When summer comes I'm moving to Utah to stay with my mother and possibly brother who will be there. My father will stay in Japan though, he has a job there that's not part of the military so my mom doesn't get SOFA status to stay there with him. Sometimes I get lonely without them. Most of the time I just wished my brother was around so we could hang out and play games together, back in Japan most of my days were spent in his room sitting on his floor.
My birthday is coming up again soon. There was still some earthquakes when I celebrated it, but it was fun. Celebrating my mom's birthday during that turmoil was even worse because it was closer to today. I'm not sure what I'm going to get for my birthday, maybe some pots and pans or a plastic spatula. Being in school we get our own knife kit but nothing else, and sometimes it feels good to cook your own food outside of class to demonstrate what you've learned with everyone else. Plus I still have two pork chops sitting in my fridge.
I put up a sign on my dorm room door about the tsunami. I don't know if anyone read it and actually took a moment of silence at the appointed time. Although its not the exact time it hit in Japan but it would be if we all had the same time zones. I played the same song that I had played at 2:45pm and then turned it off a minute later. I sat on my chair with my knees drawn to my chest and listened to the ticking from my watch. I don't remember what time it stopped. After dropping the music all time was forgotten to me, I just remember the time it started, when all electronic clocks stopped at 2:46pm. I think I remember finding a clock in my room stuck on that time. It felt the same as when the atomic bomb dropped, all the watches had stopped on that time, and I actually think the time was close to then. Its a habit just like when the twin towers got hit it was also the 11th day in September. It's like some divine power decided to make everything bad happen on the 11th day in a month, instead of the 6th like everyone's so afraid of.
Convenient bastard.
