The New Year

　Ah, New Year in Japan. It has changed over the years for me. My
first New Year was in Chikuho-machi, a small rural town. I did not know
what to expect. And I was not ready.
　In the United States, during the evening and night of December 31,
people have parties and count down to 12:00. Then on January 1, it’s
a holiday, but stores are open. Regular life continues.
　Back in 1990, in Chikuho-machi, the evening of December 31 was
was quiet. I probably watched TV. January 1 was also quiet. The
market across the street was closed . . . all day. Another small market
nearby was also closed. They were to be closed for the next few days.
And I did not have enough food. I rode my bicycle to another
supermarket near a train station – closed. What was I going to do for
food?
　Well, luckily, my neighbors were very kind. They invited me to spend
the day with them. I was very grateful to fill my belly with a variety of
new, interesting and delicious foods . . . and sake! I returned to my little
house with care package in a happy mood. I made it through the New
Year holiday. And I learned a lesson for the future – buy lots of food
before the New Year!