Sep 28, 2017
I don't know how it is in your neighborhood, but where I live, plastics are only picked up twice a month. TWICE A MONTH! So when the day finally arrives that I can through out that stockpile of egg cartons and plastic trays, this is what the neighborhood garbage collection cage looks like:
When I approach this thing, I don't even want to open it, lest I welcome an avalanche of other people's two-week old trash to fall on me.
But it explains why when I put my burnables out there are always other bags with plastic shoved in them. And here I was trying to be the diligent Gaijin by sorting my trash perfectly and storing my plastic trash for way too long. I will not admit to following the same cavalier plastics-in-burnables practices as those in my neighborhood, but I will say that I don't have as much heartache about rescuing a few items that my two-year old accidentally throws in the wrong bin. After all, when in Rome, right?
Hitting the books once again as a Ph.D. student in Niigata Prefecture. Although I've lived in Japan many years, life as a student in this country is a first.
Blessed Dad. Lucky Husband. Happy Gaijin (most of the time).