International Joke 

Dear World Wide Web Of Beautiful People!!!

We’ve been in Japan for a little over two months. The first three weeks we were in a hotel room, which gave us time to relax. While rediscovering the reason we love being in Japan. The people here are generally nice and helpful. Transportation was convenient;since the taxi and bus stop is like a 24/7 option here. We broke our jet lag after two weeks. Basically we had a mini vacation.We even adopted a puppy for little while.Until we figured out; my brother is allergic. 


   In any case, after five months of preparation of a new house; it only feels right when it actually feels like home.( and yes I know that sounds cheesy)
As you may know our furniture came in a little over a week ago. When the Japanese movers arrived; I was definitely a little more than excited to have my Italian room back. Well at least until we figured out the little joke the Italian mover’s left us. Which pretty much killed my enthusiasm.

 So the Japanese movers were supposed to arrive at eight O’clock with two trucks. Instead they arrived an hour and a half earlier. Thankfully my mom caught on before we overslept. I can’t imagine digging through boxes in my PJs all day long. (personal dress code) 
Before our actual furniture came in, my brother and I had to move the loaner furniture into the dining room; the only empty room in the house. Which is somehow the least stressful part of my day.  

    Finally when the movers were given the thumbs up. They started to pop the crates open and all I could do was hide. It was freezing outside; of all days, today was when February decided to take in winter. The day before it was like 60 degrees outside.

So while I’m inside cleaning and avoiding frostbite as usual, dads outside with my two brothers checking inventory, making sure we had all 160 and some boxes.  
After the check, the movers started to shout out the number each box when they carried them into each room. This is where the joke comes into play. As my dad and I are checking inventory. We realized the Italian movers “purposely” missed labeled almost half of the shipment. Box #123 is a trampoline when IRL it’s a dresser, and we don’t own a trampoline. ( this is not made up) so yeah, we spent a good six hours with that joker card.  

That was just the beginning of the day. As soon as the movers left I immediately started to work on my room. By moving boxes out of the way and setting up my apple tv. I’d figured; I’ll just take my time I’ll just take my time.

The hardest part about moving in, is patients. The anxiety of getting the house together is a bit overwhelming. At first the whole house was just in a big mess, and it was mentally draining. Since I homeschool I have to try to balance school and housework to make sure I don’t fall behind. Fortunately everyone has been playing their part in moving in. Now we feel more settled and ready to join the community. 

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International Reading 

Today on my first flight, the flight attendants handed me a German magazine. I feel like when I’m done with it I’ll be able to speak broken german.

Fun fact Madchen Means girl in german

As far as I can tell. It’s almost similar American girl crossed with Seventeen magazine.


It’s easier and more understandable to Mädchen than an Italian reading. Usually I would have trouble making since of what I’m reading. But thanks to this magazine I have some great ideas for Christmas gifts.  For example.

     #needcoffee pretty sums up the great feeling I got right after i woke up this morning at 2:45am.

Mädchen is mostly a fashion magazine. There were  an article on teen girl who style was inspired by American actresses and models.

Cara Delevingne

Emma Ro



Shey Mitchell

Dear Journal 12/11/2015: Side Effect part2

Dear Journal ,

Today is day four in the hotel after moving out and handing over the keys to the house to our landlord.  In total it took us five days to clean down and touch up the house. As we were going through motions of moving out I started experiencing the side effects.

Side Effect #1 of moving out .   As you’re packing out you’ll obviously notice the how much space was in the room before you filled it up with a bunch of thingumajig and whatsis.  When the items start coming out one by one and the house begins to feel more and more vacant ; you’ll regret leaving .

The some thing happened to me when I saw my hallowed out bedroom , I almost instantly wanted to cry over the fact that I wouldn’t get to sleep in my bed for the next few months , and watch Netflix  on my desk till two in the morning . (sorry mom! ) anyway pretty soon the entire house had nothing but a television on the second floor . As off now it has been two days since I last seen that house.

Another side effect to moving out is hording

When packing out you must decide on what you want to keep and what you want to throw away. When you go through the pile I guarantee you will find something you have lost six  months ago . And as you’re freaking out about that one thing you lost . the most important question arrives . ” Do I still need this when I have survive half a year without it.

Dad’s point of view : When you get use to seeing the something everyday , you become attach to that seeing that one thing. Then when it is time to decide whether you need this item or not.  You are almost blindsided to actual value of this item.

The last side effect is the reality of the move .  The other night I was talking to mom about how I can’t believe our time here is up. I fill like it’s all over and I’m not ready to leave.  I have so many great and fragile like memories .

10595999_10202291921880374_861393921_nfavorite memory :The time when my cousin RJ  ( more like older   brother) came to visit and my dad drove use about five hours to see the leaning tower of Pisa.  Almost as soon as we got there we tried the classic cliché photo of us holding up or pushing down the tower. Afterward we went to a near by outdoor pizzeria and watched the horse-buggies go down the cobblestone road . It was like something  out of a black and white movie.

Basically the reality is bitter sweet and  I want to  stay  and go all at once!!

Merry Christmas !!!

Buon Natale !!!