Upon returning to Japan, I opened my mailbox and a flood of junk tumbled out of it. Nested inside the sleazy hooker and pizza ads were a couple of bills and, more interestingly, a summon to the immigration bureau. Remember all that sucking, fucking bureaucracy I had to go through to apply for my visa? It was concerning that. So I showed up at the bureau, waited another two hours and boom!
I'm now a Long-Term Resident!
That means, as opposed to a student visa or a working visa, that I could practically decide to roll over in my bed and do nothing, and never fear getting kicked out of the country.
So cheers, Japan. We'll be dancing our dance for another few years to come!
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