"There is no Rush, I am Home!"
Name: Fabrício Oliveira da Silva
Educational Background: BA in English and Portuguese, MPhil in Applied Linguistics, MEXT Teacher Training Program
Current Profession: Teacher
Length of Stay in Japan: 18 months
Current City: Sorocaba Sao Paulo, Brazil
Other: Judo and Brazilian Jujitsu practitioner
Even though I speak four languages, I am still not comfortable with Japanese, so language was often a barrier. However, everybody I met in Chiba was always willing to help. When I got sick and seeing a general practitioner was not enough, Chiba University Health Center managed to find a doctor near my home that could speak Spanish. They phoned him, arranged an appointment for the same day, wrote a letter in Japanese to him to explain my case and sent me to see him. Later that day, the doctor saw me and gave me the medical treatment I needed.
Being a tourist in Chiba was also nice because transportation is very convenient, the landscape is marvelous with the beautiful contrast of mountains and sea.
I am a trip goer kind of person, but after a while on the road I really feel the need to go back home, to the place where I belong. While I lived in Japan, I traveled abroad on vacation for a few weeks and had a great time; however, there was that moment I started missing home and I was surprised to realize my heart felt Chiba was home without a single piece of doubt.
I remember how happy I felt when I landed in Narita airport after that trip and was again warmly welcomed by Narita Airport staff; the stroll to the train station right below the airport to take the reliable Sobu Line train was so enjoyable.
I take a sit and, as it is early afternoon, enjoy the scenic ride; just off one the main airports of Japan, riding a train headed to Tokyo, it feels Chiba is simply a small village. I see green areas, rice crops, cities and time goes by pleasantly as I feel again that calm and kind energy Chiba has.
Approaching Inage station, the announcement prompts me to get ready to get off. I think to myself “Home at last!”. I go through the gate and head straight to a familiar restaurant nearby. I need some comfort food. I am hungry and I know exactly what will quench my hunger, a generous serving of kare raisu in Chiba.
After that, I slowly walk to my building and one more time see familiar faces, buildings and everything falls into place. There is no rush, I am home.