I was disoriented from the time I stepped off the plane. It wasn't that I was on Chicago time, though that would have been bad enough. For some reason, I was on Greenwich Mean Time, and was convinced it was about nine in the morning as I got off the plane. That made the fact that I only had two hours of light before it was dark outside even worse.
Habits I need to kill quickly: trying to read every Japanese sign and trying to eavesdrop on every Japanese conversation. While possible in the US, it would quickly drive me crazy here. Not to mention make me late for everything.
After getting through customs and immigration (at least, I think that's what I got through) and getting my bag I went outside to the waiting area. Fortunately, finding someone from the program was easy. Then it was a taxi for a while, and then I was at the house.
My host mother showed me to my room, I got about half an hour to relax, then went downstairs for dinner. Dinner taught me tons of useful things like that it's possible to eat soup with chopsticks and that there are non-sea food kinds of Japanese food like egg chicken.
After dinner my host mother tried to tell me... something. I wish I knew what. All I really got out of it was that they have cool faucets. Then she started talking about tomorrow and and Monday and I understood the words, but not the context to understand what she was talking about. So that was fun.
So was setting up wireless. Given fifteen minutes alone with a computer with a wireless connection I could have gotten it working. Trying to explain what I was doing in Japanese just complicated matters. (So did the absurdly long random numbers they had as their key.)
Seriously, though, it's... a challenge. A good one, I think. I might even be ready for strings of rapid Japanese with a bit more sleep and a bit less jet lag. If not, I have a month to get used to it.