Hiya!
Well, about a week or two ago, I was getting ready to turn off the light and go to sleep. When suddenly, I heard this small buzzing noise and something hitting the light repeatedly. I looked up to see this orange-ish/brown-ish bee hitting my light! It was huge too! So I spent about twenty minutes trying to catch it in a little container and dump it back outside. However, it was a clever bee. It hid behind a painting in the room and I could not get to it! Frustrating. So I went to sleep, but it made me nervous to know it was in the room right next to my bed (for that was where the painting is). The next day, Mrs. Mori suggested I sleep in the other room. I really didn't mind the bee too much, but I took her advice anyways. A few days later, on our way back from Kamakur beach, another bee flew into the car! I tried telling the Moris, but I think Mrs. Mori thought I was talking about the bee in my room! Haha... Well, eventually she understood and just said to let it be. (Haha, pun.) It finally flew out the window, but now I was worried I had a bee curse. :) Then, two nights ago, I found the bee dead on the floor! It had to have been at least a week of surviving! That was one tough bee! I give it some credit, even though I did not appreciate it being in my room.
I only have one more night with the Moris! I can't believe it! Time has flown by so quickly! But I must say these past four weeks have been very meaningful to me, and I will never forget their kindness! They're kind of like my honorary grandparents now, and I'm sure I'll see more of them over the next month and a half. Speaking of, today I have been here four weeks! Crazy, I know. I can't wait to see what God does with the rest of my time here. I'm growing closer to the people here, and their love for me and for our God always astounds me. They're now getting used to me and I am being accepted into the group one kid at a time. Even the more shy ones are starting to come out of their shells around me. :) For this I am very glad. I want to be part of them, and Yuko says I'm becoming Japanese. One of the teachers had a dream that I spoke Japanese, then she came to school and heard me say something, and she thought, "Wow, it's true!" Haha. I hope someday I will be able to speak it fluently. I want so badly to speak candidly with these people! To really get to know them and hear them speak without having to worry about speaking in English. I am learning, slowly but surely. I just don't have a whole lot of time to buckle down and just learn with all the mission work I do. But maybe with God's help, I'll be able to speak at least some before I leave. :)
Two days ago, I pulled off my first real Japanese joke. Yuko and a young man named Kenji came to eat dinner with us last night. I was giving a hard time by calling him mean since he wouldn't speak to me in English. If you know Japanese people, they don't like to be made fun of. So he was trying to make up for it. Then Yuko asked me if I knew his name. I told her I thought I knew his nickname, but I wasn't sure about his actual name. I heard a lot of people call him Ken-chan. And in Japan chan either means girl or really young boy. The people who call him that have known him for a long time. So when I suggested I call him that, he didn't like it because he didn't want to be called "little boy" anyways. So I tried Ken-cun (boy), just Kenji, KJ, etc... He was fine with just Kenji, and he said I should respect him since he was one year older than me. I laughed at this and said, "Oh really?" If you know me, I like to be sarcastic. But he said he didn't like Japanese culture (Being funny) and that he was more American since I wanted to call him Ken-chan to give him a hard time. I was like, "Well, I would call you the same thing since Americans like to make fun of each other." So, frustrated he was like, well, just call me Kenji! Yuko was like well, you've already lied to us, how can we believe that your parents didn't come from Japan? (He had said that maybe they didn't.) And I told him he was digging himself a deeper hole since half the table was Japanese and the other American. He was almost blushing it was pretty funny. So, still trying to figure out what to call him, I suggested out of the blue, "I know, I'll call you Kenji-sama!" The whole table burst out laughing. Why? Because sama is equivalent to master/king/majesty. We all had a good laugh, and they were all impressed by my joke. So basically the rest of the meal Yuko and I gave him a hard time about being Kenji-sama, and I told him I would call out his name in a really crowded room. He shook his head adamantly and was like, "No!!!" Haha.
Today is my last full day as the Moris homestay guest. I am quite sad to be honest. But I will be able to stay with them one last time after my vacation to Hokkaido at the end of July. I'm going to McDonald's today with the junior high students, and then I'm going to a Chinese restaurant for dinner with the Mori family. I'm getting spoiled today. :) I will hopefully be putting pictures up soon on facebook, so please feel free to look! And if you have any questions, feel free to ask!
Peace to you all!
Keri Lynn
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