{"id":106809,"date":"2024-12-05T09:38:15","date_gmt":"2024-12-05T00:38:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/voyapon.com\/?p=106809"},"modified":"2024-12-18T09:20:26","modified_gmt":"2024-12-18T00:20:26","slug":"my-japan-life-in-kitami-hokkaido","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/voyapon.com\/my-japan-life-in-kitami-hokkaido\/","title":{"rendered":"My Japan: Life in Kitami, Hokkaido"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
This month in our My Japan<\/a> series, Voyapon contributor Justin Randall walks us through a week in his life in Kitami, Hokkaido.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Someone once told me, that there isn\u2019t anything in East Hokkaido, I think about those words often. East Hokkaido is my Japan, from its cold waters to towering mountain peaks, everything in between is inextricably linked to that age-old question, what is Japan? <\/em> <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n A dozen fish dart above moss-covered stones, between clouds of mud, unfazed by my presence. \u201cI\u2019d have better luck kicking one than catching it,\u201d I think to myself as I wade back to shore. I turn to look over the choppy waters of Lake Kussharo. As I gaze at the sunlit hills, eastern winds blow cold in my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Above me, autumn leaves smolder, soon to fall in the coming winter. As I prepare to leave, a fish jumps out of the water, it lingers in the shallows taunting me. I am reminded wholly of my inability as a fisherman but comforted that I’ll be back soon enough. <\/p>\n\n\n
For me, East Hokkaido<\/a> is all that there is as in my time in Japan, I\u2019ve never lived elsewhere. From 2019, when I came over to Hokkaido\u2019s furthest reaches as part of the JET program, to now Kitami where I work as a freelancer under the regional revitalization scheme.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\nMonday<\/h2>\n\n\n\n