Japan · Life · Mental Health

And this is why I don’t leave the house…

Today has been a really bleak day.  It’s been cloudy and it rained for a little bit.  After it stopped and the sun peeked from the clouds, I took Small Lady dog our for a walk.  After that I decided I would run up to the Don Quixote.  (Yes, that’s the name of an actual store in Japan.  The locals call it ドンキ or Donki – essentially pronounced “donkey”.)  While I was there, I was texting Artemis and a call came from a job I applied for online.  They wanted to know if I had mailed (as in paper mailed) my documents to them (yeah, Japan is old school).  I told them I had done it just yesterday, and that was the end of the call.  Artemis thinks it’s a good sign they called me.  I guess we’ll see.

After that, I was finished shopping, so I went to pay and surprise my wallet was not in my hands.  Sometimes, if I’m just going to pick up a few things, I’ll just grab my wallet and go.  So first, I dropped the basket full of stuff and ran out to my bicycle to see if it was there.  It wasn’t.  Next, I had to screw my courage to the sticking place and speak to a shop employee in Japanese.  By the way, as an aside, language ability goes out the window when you’re really upset, worried, or scared all of which I was at that moment.  I managed to choke out “wallet, lost thing” in Japanese.  Fortunately, my best skill is listening, so when she asked me questions I was able to respond accordingly.  First, she asked where I lost it, and I said maybe bicycle basket and then she was all like “no, we can’t help you because you didn’t lose it inside.”  At that point I was near tears, and I honestly didn’t know where I lost it, so I said I could I have lost it in the shop.  She called someone and asked me to wait at the service counter.  She asked what color is was and what my name was to help identify the wallet.  At that time I thought it would be a good idea to call Endymion and tell him I fucked up mostly so I could beg for his help because she had initially said I should call the store.  Cue the massive water works and anxiety attack.  Guys my whole life is in that wallet: my credit cards, residence card (which allows me to live in Japan), driver’s license, money, etc.  I thought I would drop dead right there as I thought about what a momentous undertaking it would be to replace that stuff from two different countries.  Fortunately, I live in Japan.  If I lived anywhere else in the world, it would have been time to kill myself right then.  See Japan is an honest fucking country.  You can read about that here.  Although the aforementioned article is about Tokyo, that kind of morality applies to the nation as a whole.  I’ve dropped my wallet at a train station before.  Someone saw this and picked it up and handed it to me.  People have lost things on the train that are promptly turned in to stationmasters.  A friend of mine passed out drunk on a park bench with his laptop, wallet, and cellphone in his backpack.  All the items were there in the morning.  I’ve left my bicycle key in my bicycle before.  People pick up dropped gloves and scarves and put them on a post or bench in hopes that the owner will return to the place they were lost.  I left my keys in my front door once.  The point is, Japanese people as a nation generally don’t steal other people’s stuff.  When I saw another employee bringing my wallet, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and I thanked both ladies who helped me.  I didn’t need to check my wallet to know that everything was still there.  Not even ¥1 was taken out of my wallet.  This is and always will be my favorite thing about Japan.  It’s the safest country I’ve ever set foot in, and I’ve traveled my fair share.  I’m so thankful that I live in a country like this.  I’ve always felt safe here which is saying a lot because I know a lot of women don’t feel safe anywhere.

After that though, I’m locking myself in the house for the rest of the day.  I’ve had enough excitement for the day.  I need a hot bath and to bury myself under the covers.  I’m happy that this situation turned out the way it did because I know the other way it could have gone would have been an absolute nightmare.  Thank you Japan for being the way you are.

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4 thoughts on “And this is why I don’t leave the house…

  1. That’s so scary. A similar thing happened to me once. I always have to have purses with straps. I can’t do those hand bags that you carry around or I’ll forget mine.

    A month ago I was in a cafe. I always take my wallet with me and leave my bag on the seat to reserve it(since the bag has nothing valuable). I made the mistake of going to the restroom right after paying and before I left.

    I was walking down the stairs when an out-of-breathe cashier caught up to me, waving around my wallet. I was so relieved. I’ve all the same things as you in that wallet. I’m just glad I didn’t have to go through the panic of not knowing I’d forgotten it.

    Thank goodness for honesty! I’m glad you got it back.

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  2. Japan is one of my favourite countries the people are unbelievably nice. I love it. I only spent time in Tokyo but even though it was so busy I felt so calm the whole time. Do you feel it helps you in a similar way?

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    1. For me I wouldn’t say that the busyness of the place makes me feel calm. The routine of everything is comforting. For example, how people walk one way on one side of the sidewalk or how everyone waits until people have exited the train before they get on. I suppose that could be manners more than routine.

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