Seaonal Dreams

Rain or shine

Entry 1 There is always mystery when your making history

The season change how people think, feel, and sometimes behave. I took notice to this a while ago. These seasons also behave different depending on what side of the planet you are on. I think that is the logic my mom used when she moved us to the mountain region of japan. I went from the hyperactive streets of down town Manhattan NYC to the quiet life. It only took a 14-hour flight. I have been here with my mom for almost 6 months. I should also mention my father, "Mr. Dodson". God, I hate hearing the sound of my own last name. Something most people are proud of. My dad was a drunk who beat me and yell at my mom. You are probably wondering why I place this as the first page of my second notebook. It is because I want put everything on the table. No secrets, no lies, not sugar coating a single though. Compared to my first journal which vanished somewhere at school might I add. I want this one to contain my pure thoughts. I hide how I really feel in person and to be honest I lie a lot. I act cocky and arrogant sometimes because I wish I was that bold. When I reality I judge people and I know its wrong but thats how I gotten to where I am. Im a pessimist at least thats what my friends back home say. I do take a liking to horrible outcomes and do find humor in it. I dont mind it. It is supposed to start the rain season. Apparently they get a season where it just rains a lot. I find a little depressing but who knows seasons change people. 

I started school shortly after coming to the land of the rising sun(One of japans many nicknames according to the flyer on the plane). I dont hate the schooling here, I actually enjoy 6 days a week, It keeps the mind sharp and build work ethic. Something I didnt see much of back home. Today is March 19 the eve of the spring solstice. Thats something you learn when you have too much time on your hands and when your mother is book worm. I am too, I just came naturally I guess.  Today is a Sunday and its nice out. Why am I not outside? Well because I dont see a reason to be out in the damp weather. I forgot to mention that every speaks Japanese here, which is obvious since this is japan after all. I can speak the language somewhat well. I can read it and understand what people say to me but actually using the language myself is another story. It's a little hard for me, But I can do enough. Did you know that they take English classes here? Me either till I walked in to my first class a couple months ago. As a whole I dont mind living here, I really like the culture, the food, and the hospitality. However, there is a part that is bitter about it, I dont know why. Is it that my mom loves it here. Is it the fact that I love the country as a whole. Part of me wants something...

Well enough writing for today. Sunday, March 19. 

I placed my pen between the pages to save my place and closed the book. I  reached for my phone and earbuds to my mom calling me downstairs. I quickly played shuffle on my playlist titled "One more thing". One of my favorite songs came on, it was "The Rubber band man". I  could smell my mom was cooking dinner and as I bounced on the balls of my feel humming the lyrics of the song. I sat down at the table waiting for dinner to be ready. About 4 songs later, it was ready I took out my music and did the everyday small talk with my mom. It was nothing remarkable and it made me surprisingly tired. I cleaned my plate and told my mom good night, then went up stairs to my room. I put my music back in my ears and I laid in my bed waiting to drift into the promised never land. It didnt come till much later that night. The Sun rose and so did I. I walked to school since this area didnt much for buses. I enjoyed the walk actually and it made me feeling calm. The song I listened to "When the man comes around". When I woke up and saw the sun this spring morning and it made me think that was a golden ladder coming down from the heavens to give us our reckoning. I was wrong (Thankfully), However the food for the thought did let me draw what I saw. I went to my locked and grabbed my books and the day started to fly by me. It was quite the skeptical. The class break came and then something that kind of surprised me happened. It started to rain and It took all of my attention. So much so that I went up to the roof.