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Your parents
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – An inspiration
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Something you love about yourself
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations
Mom is kind of a force of nature. There are a bunch of different careers she's qualified for--writing, editing, braiding, massage, business--but she chose to channel her energy into her kids instead, although she does some of those things on the side when she can. She's a bit of an earthy-crunchy type, big on alternative medicine and pagan-type spirituality. I inherited a lot of her temperament; we're both good at getting what we want, but we have a tendency to blow our shit when we don't. Largely because of that, we had some rough patches when I was a teenager, but we've been totally fine since I moved out. Mom's second husband Bill and I hated each other's guts for the first few years, because I was a pain in the ass and he had a sharp sense of humor that got cruel sometimes, but things got better as I grew up and he learned to tone it down, and we're good now too. I don't know if I'd call him a parent, but he's put up with enough crap from me over the years that he deserves the title if he wants it.
My dad and I stopped being close when I was ten, and I stopped talking to him altogether from the ages of about twelve to fifteen. Now I talk to him on the phone once or twice a year, and I visit his family sometimes when I'm in the Bay Area--he feels more like an acquaintance than family, and I usually refer to him by his name, but we mostly get along these days. He remarried a few years ago and adopted his stepkids. I like his wife Jeanette a lot, but I definitely don't think of her as a parent.
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – An inspiration
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Something you love about yourself
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations
Mom is kind of a force of nature. There are a bunch of different careers she's qualified for--writing, editing, braiding, massage, business--but she chose to channel her energy into her kids instead, although she does some of those things on the side when she can. She's a bit of an earthy-crunchy type, big on alternative medicine and pagan-type spirituality. I inherited a lot of her temperament; we're both good at getting what we want, but we have a tendency to blow our shit when we don't. Largely because of that, we had some rough patches when I was a teenager, but we've been totally fine since I moved out. Mom's second husband Bill and I hated each other's guts for the first few years, because I was a pain in the ass and he had a sharp sense of humor that got cruel sometimes, but things got better as I grew up and he learned to tone it down, and we're good now too. I don't know if I'd call him a parent, but he's put up with enough crap from me over the years that he deserves the title if he wants it.
My dad and I stopped being close when I was ten, and I stopped talking to him altogether from the ages of about twelve to fifteen. Now I talk to him on the phone once or twice a year, and I visit his family sometimes when I'm in the Bay Area--he feels more like an acquaintance than family, and I usually refer to him by his name, but we mostly get along these days. He remarried a few years ago and adopted his stepkids. I like his wife Jeanette a lot, but I definitely don't think of her as a parent.
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My homestays were structured so that I was basically part of the family. This included everyday interactions as well as special family time... I looked to them for advice, I learned from them, I did chores for them, and they accepted me as one of their own. It's hard for me to describe the relationship to someone who hasn't experienced it, but suffice to say that they were my parents in all but the biological sense of the word.
So lets see... Katje, Jeff, Bill, Jeanette, Tokio, Mayumi, Kouki, Kozue, Naota, Tomoko, Takayoshi, Naoko, Yuka, Norimasa, Kazuko, Masahiro, and Junko. I have trouble remembering some of those names, because aside from Bill and Jeanette, they're all "Mom" or "Dad" to me. They've all been there for me at one time or another.
Is it weird for someone to have this many mother and father figures? Maybe, but I'm not exaggerating when I say that I honestly consider each and every one of them one of my parents.
Geez, now I want to go back to Japan. :p
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