Protocol 7

It seems fitting that I’m writing a retrospective of our first year in Japan while sitting in a karaoke box listening to kzi croon “Eyes Without a Face”. After all, Japan popped my karaoke cherry late one summer night after skinny-dipping in the moonlit ocean. Subsequently, karaoke has seen us through the ups and downs of adjusting to life in Japan, a reliable standby no matter what the occasion (or lack thereof). It’s a daunting task to sort through (and make sense of) the first year in a new country, so I’ve tentatively divided the year into three parts: Holy Shit We Are in Japan, The OMG OMG OMG Months, and A Continuing Conclusion.

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