moving
Two and a half years later. Hello again.
Daisuke and I are splitting up. It's fine, mostly. The Koenji flat is in his name, so he keeps it, and I have until March 31 to be somewhere else.
Bea wants me to write it down, so here I am. I write in English because Bea reads English, and because my mother in Numazu reads English the way she reads contracts, slowly and only if someone makes her. That suits me.
Some numbers. My half of the rent was 65,000 yen. A new place costs a deposit (shikikin), "key money" (reikin, a thank-you gift to the landlord that you never see again), the agent's fee, a guarantor company, a fee for changing the lock. And it's February, so everyone in Japan with a new job or a new school in April is looking at the same flats as me.
Everything I can afford is a 25-minute walk from a station or above a karaoke bar.
Today an agent in Oji said there was one more. He lowered his voice a little and said kokuji jikō ari. "Matters to be disclosed."
I know what that means. Viewing next Sunday.