I ended up living in Hokkaido by happy accident. I didn’t have much of an idea about what I’d do with myself after I finished university, but I did know one thing: I was going to Japan.
I’d been fascinated with Japan for ages, I’d spent two years studying the language, so it made sense to apply for a scheme called the JET Programme, which, if I was picked, would send me to live and work in a Japanese town. On my application form I’d put down ‘no preference’ for my destination of choice and I really hadn’t had one. I was so keen to go I didn’t mind where I’d live, as long as it was Japan. It worked; I got in.
At the back of my mind I thought: ‘You don’t really want to go to Hokkaido though. It’s like the tundra up there. Do you really want to be snowed in up there?’ I wasn’t keen on that idea. I loved snow but I didn’t want to spend half a year up to my armpits in the stuff. While I didn’t know a huge amount about Hokkaido, I did know it was famous for long, cold winters.
Fast forward to June. There were two months until Tokyo orientation and my placement arrived.
Iwamizawa city, Hokkaido.
Yikes.