There has been a great weight lifted off of my shoulders. That weight is my old refrigerator. I had an old, broken refrigerator sitting in my apartment for close to 4 years, probably. It’s been there so long, that I was starting to think it would always be there. You see, getting rid of a refrigerator is a huge pain in Japan. There’s no dragging large items out for garbage pickup. You’ve gotta pay around $50 bucks for large item disposal. But electronics are special items here and they flat out won’t take a refrigerator. You’ve gotta get a disposal service to take it off your hands.
I had two opportunities to have it disposed of and I missed out on those each time, with the cost of disposal going up each time. The first time was 4 years ago when my ex-girlfriend’s father, who owns an appliance shop offered to take it away for free. I misheard him though, thinking that he would need ¥5000, when in fact he was saying it would save me ¥5000, and I kept it around. At this point, the fridge actually still worked. I just didn’t need it because I had a newer one as well. The second chance was when I bought my new TV three years ago. The electronics store took away my old TV for free and would’ve taken away the old fridge for ¥3000 as well, but, it was still usable, so I had it in my mind that I could still sell it and get some money out of it.
Eventually, the old fridge up and died and I was left with a bunk fridge sitting around taking up space not only physically, but psychologically as well. It was getting in my way on two fronts. It sat there for years and it just became part of the scenery. It became a metaphor for the perpetual rut I’ve been in for the last few years: unchanging and useless.
As luck would have it, I stumbled upon a recycling shop yesterday (2013–12–08) and for ¥4300, I finally ridded myself of the old broken down refrigerator. I feel like it’s the first step in moving forward.