From Tokyo to Seattle
As a girl at my public elementary school in Tokyo, I was full of life, and I’d been a leader since first grade. But I always had my own mind. In Japan there’s a saying, “the nail that sticks out gets hammered down,” and I was that nail. As a teenager, I couldn’t find a place where I could be myself.
In college I studied English and American literature, and I soon realized I’m not someone who learns through books. I have to experience things. So at 19 I left college, joined a study-abroad program, and flew to Seattle on my own, speaking almost no English.
I sat in the front row with a tape recorder, then listened to each lecture over and over at home just to understand the homework. My first friends came from South Yemen, Indonesia, Switzerland and Taiwan. We spoke to each other in broken English, and somehow we understood each other perfectly. Seattle has been my home for about 40 years now.
My first real job here was as a receptionist at a gift manufacturing company, at a time when my English still wasn’t very good. Over fifteen years I was given the chance to grow: into office management, sales management, HR and accounting, and eventually to become one of the company’s co-owners. I’m grateful for every one of those opportunities.