where in the world is geisha interrupted. . .

So I`ve escaped Tokyo, for the week anyway.  My mom and I are traveling together. Now we are somewhere in northern Japan, where she is attending a conference and I am left to take on the town. Sorry if I can't post as often as I'd like to this week.

This is the first time I'm spending time with my mother since I quit drinking.  It is, for lack of time to exorcize my inner demons for you in detail, weird.  Weird and different.  Different but better. Better, I guess.   

We went to visit my former homestay family for dinner on Thursday, which was basically exhausting for me.  I spent most of the time translating between my two mothers, neither of whom speak each other's language, and neither of whom I liked very much at the time.

My former homestay mother is the most quietly malicious person I have come into contact with.  She is evil, yet she doesn't really have anything better to do with her time.  My real mom means well, but a lot of things that come from her mouth just don't need to be translated into Japanese.  Or so says me.

My mom and I have only tried to kill each other once so far in the past few days together, and this may well be a world record.  In sobriety, I cannot help but notice the more insane elements of my mom's nature.  Before I quit alcohol, I was far too concerned with myself to notice as much. When my mom is around me she is immensely (if not excessively)nurturing for 75% of the time, 15% of the time she is fun, and for the other 10%, she is batshit crazy.  But I judge.

There is much more to report, but I must get out of this internet cafe and explore the new city now.

Comments

[VicariousRising]

Now I am dying to hear more about both your homestay mom and your real mom. Your real mom sounds pretty cool to me, but then I didn't have a nuturing mom. I do have a 90% batshit crazy mom.

I know you don't have much time, but you have to tell... did you get your pizza?

[Lea]

Yes, I got my pizza! I had to microwave it and I`m sure it would have been better fresh, but still, it was a pizza and it smelled and tasted like home. All of the grease remained intact through transport. It was great.

[Meg Moran]

I have been trying to post comments...but keep getting error messages...arrgh! Hope you and mommy are having an amazing reunion.

[Meg]

there was so much that I didn't notice about the reality of my relationships until after I got sober...but then they shift and actually got better, even though I went through some growing pains....you probably will too. It's better when it's REAL either way.