I never imagined spending my life in a country where sometimes the seafood is so fresh it jumps on your plate, where the people
drink an ethanol-like liquid you can run your car on called "sake,"
nor a country where "yes" sometimes means "no," and fashionable ladies can be seen sporting Mickey Mouse bags.
These are the questions that plague me at night in my futon now.
But this is part of the charm of Japan and it has grown on me.
As well as giving me many bumps on the head from the low doorways here, Japan has given me my wife, my three children, a great life and my home.