Last night, after work last night I had to rush to my new apartment. Apparently there was a package that was being sent to my new place and I had already missed two attempts. So I was able to use enough of my limited Japanese to schedule a drop off between 7pm and 9pm. After finishing at work it was already 7:15. I dashed home on my bike, quickly changed clothes and stood on my bike pedals all the my to my new apartment. Luckily the delivery person hadn’t come yet. Thank goodness! I decided to clean up some of the move-in mess while I was waiting. At 8:55 I got the buzz, and let the women in and it ended up just being copies of my Kazusaya (an apartment company here in Japan) paperwork. Cool.
I stayed for a couple more hours, cleaning away and decided to call it a night. I wanted to do a few things for work before my Internet got shut off the next day. I got home with my empty suitcases, and reached in my pocket to take out my old apartment key…nothing. In my mind I just thought “It’s in one of the other pockets.” As I started running out of pockets, my patience followed suit. My apartment key wasn’t in any of my pockets. I figured I’d just go back to my new place. I was only about a ten minute walk. I popped in my headphones, turned on my iPod and started walking. I even bought a little food.
I ate, watched some Japanese TV and then started searching again. There was no sign of the key anywhere. I turned my new place upside down and I couldn’t find it. By time decided to go home an check my suitcases for the key, it was already after midnight. The key wasn’t in my suitcases either. I had to get into my apartment though, because my time is limited. I hate to admit it, but rang on the doors of the neighbors apartments on the right and left of me, trying to ask if I could use their balcony to climb onto mine. No answer… I waited a little while…again…no answer. The third time I did get the intercom voice of one of the tenants, and after explaining…no answer.
I figured none of my neighbors were willing to allow this overgrown, African-American foriegner to walk through their house after midnight (it’s understandable, though, it’s not like I’ve talked to them a whole lot). Needless to say once it started getting colder and my hands started getting numb, my brain started contemplating more despearate measures. I gave in to the “screw this” side of my brain and took matters into my own hands.
I went to the back of the apartment building, and after some careful deliberation, decided to climb my neighbors balconies to get to my own. I know the window was open because I had been doing laundry earlier. I was worried whether or not my neighbor’s laundry wall attachment would support my weight. I took a gamble and won. After using a little Spidey muscle strength and sprinkle of ninja stealth, I made it safely onto my balcony, opened the window and picked up my spare keys.
I know I shouldn’t have lost my key, but maybe it’ll turn up somewhere. It was kind of empowering, though. I felt like part Spiderman part ninja while once I made it to my balcony. I’m so happy that there were no police riding by while I was climbing, or I might be typing this post from a Japanese jail cell. I’m also glad I didn’t fall, or I might be typing this post from a hospital bed with neck brace on.
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