A Blog is Born.

I know.  Cherry blossoms.  How cliche can you get, right?  I don’t care.  I love them, and come spring, I expect a city awash in pink buds to be a highlight of my time in Tokyo.  Oh, and my backseat editor, Molly May, strongly believes that some manner of pink should be added to everything imaginable.  C’mon, she’s twelve.  There aren’t that many things that make us BOTH happy.

This is my first attempt at a blog.  I’ve been inspired by friends’ musings, and though I have a love/hate relationship with the process of writing, I’m giving it a try.  (I once heard Anna Quindlen speak and she articulated my feelings perfectly: “I hate to write but I love having written.”  Oddly enough, that’s how I feel about exercise, too.)

My plans for journals – after the kids were born or when taking big trips, for instance – failed miserably, but I hope this will be different.  If moving a family to Japan does not provide sufficient fodder for interesting writing, I don’t know what would.  I’m doing this for the friends and family back home who want to keep up with our experiences, but it’s for me, too.  I want to remember this time in 20 years, but also, six month from now when, presumably, I’ll no longer get lost on the train or panic when a cashier offers pleasantries while ringing up my groceries.

Of course, Paris would have been my first choice for an overseas adventure like this, but we could do much worse than Japan.  It’s clean and safe. The wifi is reliable.  The Japanese seem to love French bakeries and flowers, as do I.  Most importantly, the people we’ve encountered have been truly wonderful.

That said, I miss my family and my Indy and the friends who add so much to my life every day.  You’ll read about our lives here but don’t forget to keep me up on what’s happening with you – by email, snail mail, Facebook, Messenger.  I added a Goodreads link so you can tell me what you’re reading.

You know me.  I’m not one to assume that a criminal element is waiting breathlessly for these posts to learn about my empty home or my children’s schools, but I’m not making this available on search engines.  At least, I think I’m not.  You can subscribe at the bottom of the page.

Thanks for all your encouragement – especially Teera, who spoonfed me the steps for getting started but gets none of the blame for what it looks like going forward.  And thanks for joining me.  I hope to make it worth your while.