Last Friday, I received word from Yamasa that they had received the money that I wired to their bank and that my Letter of Acceptance (Yamasa's approval letter) and my all-important Certificate of Eligibility (the Japanese Immigration Bureau's approval) had been forwarded to me via FedEx. Well, they sent the package overnight and it was waiting for me the next morning before 11:00 a.m. Unfortunately, I haven't been at home much recently and I didn't get the package until the following Monday.
Once I got it, I immediately rode the bus downtown to visit the Japanese Consulate-General and apply for my student visa. (I'm extremely fortunate that there is such an office in Houston, as there are only a handful in the entire country, apparently.) I have to do this even though I have the government's official permission to come to Japan because only the student visa itself will allow me to physically enter the country. The office is at 1000 Louisiana, in the Wells Fargo building on the twenty-third floor. (To get to this floor, I had to ride an express elevator straight to the thirty-fifth floor, ride an escalator down to the thirty-fourth floor, and then ride another elevator to the twenty-third floor. I'm sure this sort of madness is an everyday experience for many, but it was moderately bizarre to me. Great views out of the windows, though.)
As I entered the office, I saw nothing but Japanese people and one Caucasian security guard. As I stood waiting at the service window, I realized that this was the closest to being in a fully Japanese environment that I've been in, and I felt, for the first time, the isolation that will likely accompany for a while upon my arrival in Japan.
While I stood there, one of a Japanese folks, a man, was called and came to the window beside me. I was pretty amused to hear him reply to the clerk's word with familiar expressions like "E?" ("Eh?") and "Sou desu ka" ("Is that so?") and "Doumo arigatou gozaimashita" ("Thank you very much," formally). It felt very in-Japan, see.
Anyway, I had to leave without doing anything Monday because I neglected to bring the visa application and an American passport photo. That's what I get for rushing up there half-cocked like that.
So, Tuesday after work, I returned to that office with a completed application and a passport photo and turned in everything—"everything" being my Letter of Acceptance, my Certificate of Eligibility, and my U.S. Passport as well. I'll have my student visa on Friday or Monday. Also, I'll mention here that, inexplicably, I'll apparently be receiving a one-year visa instead of a six-month visa. This means fewer renewals to reach the maximum of two years.
On the way downstairs, I found myself in an elevator with a couple of young Japanese people—a guy and girl. The guy, who obviously didn't speak English natively, asked how tall I thought the building was. I didn't know but I commented that the elevator ride (having to go up and then down to reach the twenty-third floor) were kind of strange. We chuckled about that, then fell silent. At this point, I decided to show some initiative (since I plan to do so in Japan, after all) and ask if they were from Japan. Yes, he said. (The girl, by the way, never said a word.) When I mentioned that I'd be studying Japanese there for two years, the guy briefly looked surprised, raised his fist to head-level, and said "Ganbatte" (meaning "Don't give up" or "Try your best") with a slight casual bow. I was caught a bit offguard and replied, "Arigatou gozaimasu," meaning "Thank you." (In truth, the "gozaimasu" was a bit formal for the situation, but I guess I should get used to making mistakes like that. Plus, it's generally much better to be too polite than not polite enough, right?) With that, we exited the elevator and went our separate ways. (Looking back, I wished I'd said "Ja!" as I left. That's a casual way to saying bye. Ah well.) It was a nice experience that left me a bit excited at the thought of being able to use the language one day.
So now I just have to wait for my visa to arrive. Then, the only big thing left to do is buying my plane ticket. It's already reserved, of course: I'm leaving on April 2 at 9:00 a.m. This week is Spring Break and I'm enjoying the last hurrahs with most of my friends. After this week, I'll start making the final preparations.