I was thinking today how big of a deal it has been for us to go "off-base". I mean, it is a totally different scene once you walk through the security gate. Before I walk through, I double check to make sure I have my ID- my assurance that I can come back across. It occured to me that going "off-base" is kind of like crossing the border. Our base is a little self-contained city. yes, we are on foreign soil, but everything has been done to make this feel more like "back home"- we even have McDonalds. Most everyone here speaks English, and all of the signs are in English.
Once you pass through the gate- it is a different story. Funny how much difference a few feet can make huh? It feels like you just went from one country to the next. Some people will spend their whole time on base- only to venture off base when absolutely necessary. I admit I was hesitant to venture out at first. But I do think if we had a better sponsor to show us around- it would not have been so scary. I can't imagine NEVER wanting to go out however. What is the point of even coming here? I know if I don't go do and see as much as possible here, I will have huge regrets down the line.
I see the term "crossing the border" as a sort of analogy for stepping out of one's comfort zone and experiencing new things.
I have to sign off now- the kids and I are going to go "cross the border"- Brother wants to use the camera I just gave him. Maybe we will hit up the 100 Yen store too, see what flavor of Kit Kats they have today.