I am starting to regret offering my services as a mentor to new TMG members. As well as wanting to 'give something back' I was hoping to maybe make some new friends (although I don't really need any more, to be truthful). After one postponement on her part, I made my way to the house of my next mentoree (is that a word?), in Higashi Gotanda. She was alright, but we didn't exactly gel. I took a couple of cakes from the patisserie and she didn't even thank me. She is new to Tokyo, but seems to have settled in just as well as I have, so I am not sure why she requested a mentor. She has already got a circle of mums that she meets regularly. We did have one thing in common - she works for Barclays Capital, though we didn't cross over as I left after 5 years in 2002, and she only started in 2003.
Trying not to be green with envy, but their house was great. It was in a lovely neighbourhood and it had two huge, beautifully-furnished reception rooms and 4 bedrooms. I need to meet some mums who are in a similar position to me (ie. not here on a generous expat package). As their 9-week old baby is not on the move, it was not baby-proofed, so I spent the whole time trying to stop Emily from wrecking the joint. Her husband, an Aussie (she is Singaporean), arrived home unexpectedly early, and I felt like a spare part. Emily had been perfectly happy in this strange place, but as soon as he put in an appearance she burst into tears. Perhaps it was disappointment when she realised it wasn't her Daddy. We were on the point of leaving anyway. Having gone upstairs to change, he returned as we were leaving,and she promptly started crying again!
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