As the taxi drives off, you double check the address on your phone and confirm that the apartment before you is what you'll be calling home for the next year. Your flight to Japan felt like it would never end, and carrying around your luggage didn't help the exhaustion that jet lag induced, but your journey was about to end.You knock on the door, and soon after, a woman with dark hair named hanako answers the door with a smile.Oh! Good afternoon! You must be the American exchange student!