It's amazing (and by that I mean annoying) how much time is consumed just bootstrapping one's life in a brand new city. With the help of my trusty nihongo-speaking Swedish friend Gustav, I managed to score a bunch of used furniture at a sayonara sale this past Friday. Doing that ate up pretty much all of Friday, unfortunately.
Arnab, an old co-worker from the Infusion days (!) showed up in Tokyo on Friday evening, which was very cool. He's going to be here for the next few months. (As much as I like to hate on FB, I admit I would have never known he was here if it weren't for that news feed.)
I'm a bit bummed that I'm missing all the chaos, planning and excitement around my sister's upcoming wedding. She has the worst timing. I can't believe she didn't plan around my moving Tokyo. On the upside, I'm avoiding all the associated grunt work, I guess.
Neon traffic cop, waving the cars by, just taking care of business.
Posing with the day's bounty of used furniture.
That's Gustav, who helped me rent this truck, and pretty much made the whole expedition happen.
The current state of my apartment. Getting there. Need to get actual curtains to replace the bed sheet hanging in the window.
Came home on Friday night to find my bathroom flooded with shower water. That's the downside of living in a 35 year-old building, I guess.
