Sunday, December 02, 2007


East Village

On gossamer wings
a butterfly
arrives from across the ocean

I taught English in a junior high school during the three years I lived in rural Japan, from 1995 to 1998. During that time, Hiromi was one of my students. She was about 11 when we first met. Now she is a beautiful young woman of 23. Watching her grow up has been such a wonderful experience for me. I've also become friends with her mother and younger sister. They are like a second family to me.

Hiromi spent 10 months in Manhattan studying English at a language school. She returned home in February. On Friday, I had the good fortune to pick her up at the airport for a one-week visit.
Yesterday, we spent a great day having lunch and exploring Greenwich Village and the East Village, two of her favorite neighborhoods.

Her visit has rejuvenated me. Yesterday I was able to walk with little pain or discomfort, and her enthusiasm and fresh perspective on things were like a restorative tonic.

The timing of her visit was exquisite because I don't know if I will ever have the chance to revisit Japan, circumstances being what they are.

But seeing that her adventurous, indomitable nature and free spirit are thriving is really all I need to see.


Kozy said...

It's nice story.
I thought Hiromi-san also had great day with you.

Michael said...

Yes, I'm very thankful for Hiromi-chan's visit.

adriene said...

i surfed onto your blog by chance. thank you for sharing bits of your life and experience through this blog. it is humbling for me. i pray God bless you.

take care,
a ryuugakusei in Tokyo

Michael said...

Thank you, Adriene.